our afternoon of wonders

Dear to-do’s,

You had no place

in that green oasis,

bathed in birdsong,

sunshine slipping

through a roof of leaves.

We dropped you

like pebbles

as we wound our way

through forest paths,

lighter with every step.

Our hands filled

with flowers

and acorns,

our minds with silence.

Tracing our way back

we gathered you

with fresh energy

and wondered at

your beauty

among the spoils

of our adventure.

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