It’s the space between steps
hollow of waves curling
gleam of seagull’s wings
the slow
tranquil
ex
hale
slipping off lips
as clouds collage in peach
and magenta
It’s the wander
without map or path
where trees speak in tongues
of nature lover’s dreams
A Quadrille for
Lillian has offered us “tranquility”
to include in our 44 word poems.
You can join in too!
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