Thankful

A beer on a hot summer’s day,

Spirit soaring on the fragrant breeze,

The smile of a stranger, gifted.

Ducks dancing on rippling water,

Words written from a distant lover,

Memories melting in pulsing heat,

The thread of love in everything.

Even the merest glimpse is enough,

breaking always on the cusp of knowledge,

for all and more – thankful, I tremble.

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