Big Triku ‘The Park’

Cumulonimbi

darken behind the park’s trees

and their golden leaves.

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Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats

blow off and people chase them laughing

in the wind, voices sparkling.

~

Sudden gust, raindrops,

people scatter smiling with

blurred, watery eyes.

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Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂

Big Triku ‘Wave Period’

Leaves whirled fast, scraping

in receding currents, to

gather by the oak.

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The world was such a wonder.

I doubt I thought how small I was, nor

of my life beyond the fence.

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Puddles freeze. Clear ice

is cracked, chipped, then pressed opaque

by new probing toes.