Morning Passing Thoughts

  

Someone shredded 

delicate puffs

of pure white 

crepe 

paper

and floated them 

across

the perfect

still indigo sea 

of sky
The distant

deeper

lavender mountains

hover

like

parents

patiently

waiting

waiting 

for the child

to choose
happily and

wisely.
Lying in the warming 

sun 

facing the

lofting clouds

my thoughts

float
What choices

will I make–

unhappy

happy

unwise or

wise–
today?

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