I want to think about beauty
Travelling west on a train
Where the days seem to last forever
The sunsets just amaze
You think you can see a glimmer
New York skyscrapers in the distance
It’s just the beauty of light refracting
Playing games with our minds eye
If the stones could only speak
They’d share the stories of the clay
The walls were formed as living art
Not just to separate
We can sit beneath a tree
Watch the day go by
Estuary water like mirrored glass
Henry’s clouds and mountains high
It’s only in these moments
They’re fleeting and must pass
You can save and use them well
The pencil and the photograph
08/05/2023 Monday 692
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