#writephoto 8-22-19

The Bag Lady

A tiny light observes the leaning tree

Tall weeds surround as a buffer

Dry brown sticks uphold the center

This glade a solace to all who enter

Even the bright light that flitters.

Seeking another smaller being

Realizes it is only reflection

Unbothered, peers again into the blue

Hoping to find a friend in the stream.



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