#1046-A Walk
11/06/2020
Every single day,
Signs appear.
Some pass by,
Unseen.
A few,
Reach home.
Rare seconds.
When eyes listen.
Feet stop.
Chatter ceases.
And the grassy field,
Staring back,
Shouts.
DO YOU SEE ME?
Stop cold.
Take a picture.
For tomorrow.
To remember.
The thought, moment, magic.
Knowing it’s futile.
Everything’s fleeting.
Until the next one,
Crying out,
To be seen.
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