we were seeking sun light
contrast to an ice cream sensation
distractions are everywhere though
and bold as we supposed we were
both succumbed:
she to two red squirrels frolicking
I to one small canvas of ethereal blues
western cedar canopy our venue
standing room only—-
Canada Geese have season’s tickets
she says « you can’t take it »
and I confess I did think I might
then we stand silent watching squirrel play
It’s sunny across the way but
we never make it
ice cream cool and the moment both pass
Our stroll resumes
scratch skip and a half blink
Art can stir
changes leave a kind of glow
light alters you from inside🪶