Palms now bare, grasp at skies of bemused blue,
Along dawdling drives of low-key grace,
I behold a line of savvy, vested dog-walkers,
led longways by the strain of their leads.
A slice of tree-lined urbane, these do-gooders...
Brisk breaths have a prolonged hang-time
Here, below a branch tableau.
Stoic canopies. A quiet symphony,
an elegant samhain.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 1:44 AM UTC
Palms now bare, grasp at skies of bemused blue,
Along dawdling drives of low-key grace,
I behold a line of savvy, vested dog-walkers,
led longways by the strain of their leads.
A slice of tree-lined urbane, these do-gooders...
Brisk breaths have a prolonged hang-time
Here, below a branch tableau.
Stoic canopies. A quiet symphony,
an elegant samhain.
#australia #newsouthwales #nature
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