John Lawless Poet Free verse

Softly Sunday

Softly runs the mouse
Across the sun baked tarmac
Sparrows nestle in the shade
Of droopy maple leaves
A single engine drones overhead
A grill rekindles faded scents
Black smoke to cleanse its palate
Distant voices ride the wind
Collide in the trees
A slightly tattered flag
Smiles in the sunshine
Two bees dispute
Nectar’s runway
An unheard hum envelops
The quiet street
Nature’s choir warming up

John G. Lawless
©5/21/2023

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Panagiota Romios May 21, 2023 at 8:10 PM Lawlesss,,,this is keenly…. beautiful.)) A potpourri, covering your sharp observations a fave! Pangie

Gershon Wolf May 21, 2023 at 8:05 PM Were it not for the engine and the grill, I was ready to don my blues and grays for a Civil War replay. ~ Lincoln & Grant, Robt. E. Lee's Rant