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I settle for a fragrance called tranquility.

Source: ©Linda J. Wolff 2018 http://www.wolffpoetry.co...

Hanging Patterns

by ©Linda J. Wolff 2018

Outside, a path through wooded trees,

a branch held evident, illuminated tartness.

But not entirely tart.

It held life's fluid fruits instead of berries.

This is where I walked alone.

I felt this is where all things breathe.

But back then, I called it by a different name... Utopia

The tree had too many berries, so I renamed it... the silent tree.

This place meant everything to me.

On Wednesday, I felt so light and airy.

I settle for a fragrance called tranquility.

Sometimes it looks hollow and small from the inside.

A portion of small space.

But at its best, it glows.

I said someone breathes.

After that, the songbirds sing lyrics.

Somehow sunshine glitters in open windows.

I exhale.

©Linda J. Wolff 2018

www.wolffpoetry.com

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