that small space
between pages turn
another time then
when hands held
pieces of green
delicate dancers
distant birds call
as dandelions smile
smile
the walking mesa’s
fringes ancient rocks
where the Rio runs
early evening speaks
evening stars peaking
graces the edges
and softly descends.
I like descriptive poems.Mom
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