The thoughts of other people

by Grant Morgan

Clouds of young snow fall unexpectedly from the branches of trees

 

As there faintness is nurtured by the afternoon sun.

 

This reminds me that somewhere

 

A man with briefcase in his left hand and single beer on his breath

 

Is walking through a park with trees

 

Thinking about his daughter’s teething.

 

Bern, Autumn 2012

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