Art of the Day

let’s sing the art of our day
it is cool and windy (perfect sweater weather)
another summer finishes, we grow older each day
let’s feel the breeze, let’s write poetry from the funnels of our heart
let’s feel the truth in the rhythm, the abiding truth
as we write letters to the universe on the back of coffee shop napkins
simple songs of harmony and the glimmer of hope in the sun
reflecting the ants crawling through dandelions on the lawn,
the morning dew coating the grass, let’s stop to feel out our place
our truth in it, the purpose of the testament to our lives
we grow older, as our faces take on the shape of our age
we create mixtapes and sandcastles, or rock sculptures or sandcastles
that wash out into ocean, these pieces of free flow stream of thought eternity
in the seashells on the rocky shore, as we measure time in our faces and eyes
in the mirror of mortality, like cracked snail shells on the sidewalk in the afternoon sun
we grow older each day, we overlook a lake processing the intensity
of these uncertain times, yet the ducks still swim and the bees still buzz
the waterfall still flows through time
we are poets capturing our own poetry in a moment

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