At the park I set
My sack of groceries
Next to the bench
And sat down
To smell the fresh air
A little longer
Before continuing
On my way home
Looked at the grass
Bending in the breeze
Got out my phone
To take a photo
But it didn’t look the same
Put my phone in my pocket
Picked up my groceries
Kept walking
In the kitchen
Sliced a strawberry in half
And it happened again
The white center
Reddening toward the edges
Leapt out at me
Like the grass
Looking beautiful
I didn’t bother with my phone
This time
Dumped the strawberries
On top of the cereal
And sat down
Smelling the smoke still
From the napkin
That caught flame
Too close
To the candle last night
Couldn’t eat my dinner
Without the smell of smoke
In the taste
But I was thankful
The house didn’t burn down
Ashes in the air
Flew up
To the paper lantern
Look
It’s when I look
And it asks to be photographed
But it’s only for me
If I were photographer perhaps
So I write it
Why can’t I just watch it
See it
And let that be it
I have to tell someone
Want to share it
April 20, 2023 at 01:14PM