from this vantage point,looking
west to the clouds hanging over
the flatirons.
too many leaves in the way, a
posted sign admonishing parents
to walk their children across the street.
memories obscure the present.
the purple blossoms to the east
are preparing for autumn, a few
holding on, a few wrinkled and faded,
some gone to seed.
I know this time of life,
where vibrant new growth crowds
up from underneath, pushing us
gently aside.
a woman walks by towards
the south with two daschunds,
their noses perennially at ground level,
close enough for complete clarity.
the lesson is there to be
learned.
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