Run as if in a dream
field full of red and yellow
wild flowers
grown in the spring
Strolling up
a wide busy street
right foot swinging
in time to left arm
Reaching for greatness
a family life
cozy around the table
carrots and Brussels sprouts
Steaming
warmth rising
a sun lifting the light
nourishing
Dreaming people,
strolling pedestrians
reaching families
in the heat of life
Poetry asks us to imagine
ourselves, others
acting
creating life
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