The seventh verse of a collection of poems written after meditating in various places around New Jersey.
Verse Seven:
Today I stood
atop a mountain,
looking down onto
Spring
or at least May
I could see all the trees,
in bloom…
well a whole lot of them at least…
Pinks and greens and
even lighter greens than any other greens,
A river runs through it all
quite robust…
sorta…
and in the very very
distance
I saw Wednesday driving
through towns of white
Wednesday buildings simply
enjoying
Wednesday
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