Ok, Ashley got the results of her Bar Exam.. sigh.. she passed half. She will retake the second part in July. I have a touch of sadness for her. Life has its ups and downs. Spring is here. I took my Sunday walk, came home wrote the poem before I wrote these comments. I am coming to discover that I do not know how the prose will flow or if there is a message until the poem is written. The title is the last I write with the understanding of what I have written.

Do They Know?

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I walk among buttercups and violets

past the fishermen

a young child blows bubbles

that sail the spring

breeze

...

Do they know?

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It was but a week past

unbridled torrents rushed

over bedded stone

A cacophony of voices

passing their stories in

urgency

..

This day

under fallen tree, and past

mossy stone, gentle flows the water

of the brook

...

Spider silk stretched

from leaf to twig

catches nought but the

breath of soft breeze and

brook's heartbeat

heard from the shallow pools

as the water falls

...

Do they know?

...

ccd 2011