In the silence of the lawnmover, I can perceive the other
the warm decks of the pontoonagainst bare feet
see a sailboat pass
glitter of sun, wandering mist,
a couple of swans passing by.
My palms towards the sky
the sun is warm
waves of water under me
eyes closed, lying on my back
the grasshopper squeaks, passes by
a dragonfly stops, hoovering above me
then turns towards the shore
Leaves of the tree crowns quietly rustling
in the distance a boat
a child laughing far away
at last, in the silence of the lawnmower
it's me and the true context
Poetry by Onwards
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Written on 2011-08-31 at 20:20
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