In a Quiet Place
In a quiet place I sat
While waiting for the taxi to come.
Someone had told me in advance that,
Traffic wise, this area was lonesome.
In front of me was a tiny little pond
Formed by a small drip from the incline.
By this trickle a bubble was formed,
Followed by others in a sequential line.
Bubbles born, floating and dying
Continuously in that secluded spot
Regardless of whether there was someone watching,
Whether there was an observer or not!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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