Real Beauty Poem by Dan Little

It’s a warm day
Yet there’s a cool and foreshadowing breeze
As the spectrum of leaves break free of their mothers and fathers
I carry myself down the asphalt path
A beautiful bird perched upon the directory sign
A middle aged woman, brown hair and glasses
Her world frozen in time
Captured by the voice of this beautiful bird
Forgetting any and all troubles
I smile in admiration of the freedom that she and this bird share
As I pass her, she takes hold of herself;
She smiles back at me,
and we both continue on our separate ways...