Not Paying Attention
I took it all for granted.
The sky, the stars, the wind,
the flowers, the grass, the trees.
I expected to see my friends every day.
It was boring, dull,
humdrum, if you please.
So here I am, in my mediocre mind-set,
walking to a friends’ house, not enjoying a breeze.
Not paying attention to the sky, the wind, the flowers,
the grass or the trees.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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