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We Scatter - March 9, 2024

  • Mar 9, 2024
  • 1 min read

he to his meeting

dogs on their walk

me to my pickleball

 

like ants we scatter

into morning

with a duty to bring

something back to the nest

 

tidbits of food

some good news

an old friend we met

maybe a surprising story

to tell over dinner

 

and as we lay back

and digest the day

one of us surprises

all of us

 

forgotten in a secret pocket

love    

 

brought out

and cut four ways

 
 
 

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