4031 poetry*

Photo: Abel Tasman Park, a surprise at every step

… but what I would see

through the branches

would change depending

on the time and the day

or the mood of the clouds

and it would always

transform the length of my breath.

And my feet well grounded

in a kind of gratitude

for every breath

*posted in 2025, edited in 2026

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