Light walker

All of the people at the library are beautiful,

reflecting the glow of Swedish architecture

and gentle care of alphabetization

They exude the lush world of mind words

feelings, revelations,

translated through time and out through their skin

The jogging people glide on the sidewalk

with pulsating synchronicity

Their faces bounce off of slow strolling folk

and shiny condo mirrors

as they complete a lung dance on concrete.

In the park

people lay on the ground

letting green earth villi energize their blood,

trees radiating sun concentrate

The littlest ones putter round with delight,

the big ones wish not to return to their plastic cubes

And the creaky old ones savour the colours that

they may never see again.

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