A Breeze
I saw a breeze after it had passed,
in its shadow left a thought.
In response I left an invitation
that should it return
it should stay a little longer.
I don’t know, it didn’t say,
whether it had to catch its mother
or chase its lover.
These things like people come and go
in passing leave an impression with no intent
like chasing shadows through a barnyard fence.
Copyright © James Friske | Year Posted 2023
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