New Day


the old man
sandals in hand
strolls through
the middle of the meadow


wiggling his toes
as he goes

he smiles
a private smile
rediscovering

one could see
he was perched in that place
where memories were kind,
a good place to linger
on this, a new day

Pat
8/11/21

Lines

in morning light

the lines on my face jostle

for position –

I am grateful

Pat
7/12/21