#645-Another day

He works the land.

Waving,

As I walk by.

Working late into dusk,

Sundays too.

Today,

The freshly mowed grass,

Felt different.

Watching him,

Walking up and down,

Toiling,

Gathering,

Finally stopping.

Lunchtime…

Birds chirping with tranquility.

Feelings dancing,

To the same,

Repeating,

Unspoken thoughts.

He only has one arm,

And I don’t know his name.