from the north touches
the skin of your forearm
and suddenly thoughts are gone
and it is only this moment
smoothing your mind
like a gentle wave
stroking sand, repeating
now, now.
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- Ann McNeal
- Retired college science prof, poet, dancer, painter, nature lover.
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