Sunday Sunlight

Picture: Samedi, Bastille by Manuel Leonardi

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Watch it fall on the trees

Like oil on smooth, brown skin.

Watch it provide a frame

For bird-talk mingled with song,

The song of a foreign tongue.

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The Silence Underneath All Sounds

Easily sifts through the mesh

Of physicality;

Matter beautifully

Questions itself, its own reality.

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A ruffled magpie lands tentatively

Among jolly cooings and flapping wings,

Then off again! While woodpigeons,

Plump and majestic, tilt their way

To Nature’s everpresent buffet.

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A slow, delicate wind, carrying

Molecules of pleasant nature

Slides

Across green slides

Of grass intermittently, harmonically.

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That’s when the nightingale

Fades in and out of the hedges,

Like a vision unseen

By the francophone au-revoir

Unfolding beneath maple, linden, and thorn.

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City streets and alleys waive their drumming

Naturally

Leaving room for peace

Birds

And Sunday sunlight.

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Herons

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