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Nothing Seems Out of Place

Today, nothing seems out of place. The river is at ease between its banks, those four swans are meant to be there, suddenly emerging from the shadows beneath the bridge and into a bright arena of sunlight. And along the path, an old, bone worn retriever is taking its honored place in the morning, waddling slowly on a slack, patient lead, unhurried in the hands of someone who loves her. Assembled too in their given places, a row of peppercorn trees, a children's playground and the big, rusty barrel of a naval gun pointing out over the bay as it has done for a hundred years primed with peace, and my shadow finding its usual place to rest, the ground accommodating that familiar shape as it does to a friend. There are times when nothing seems out of place and it would be easy to believe.

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Date: 9/23/2024 7:01:00 AM
and there is nothing out of place with this poem....except perhaps...a FAVE....a masterfully executed poetic stroll through a timeless moment....
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Paul Willason
Date: 10/1/2024 3:56:00 AM
Yr words mean a lot my friend....savored with gratitude. Many thanks John....cheers, Paul
Date: 9/23/2024 6:26:00 AM
Hello Paul, Ohhh those rare, beautiful moments when everything in our surroundings seems to align perfectly, creating a sense of peace and rightness in the world. I think that more should see the beauty in the world then is currently seen. Well Inked! - Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Paul Willason
Date: 10/1/2024 3:54:00 AM
Probably much depends on making time and training the mind to observe those moments...I thank you Daniel for yr kind words. Cheers, Paul

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