Containers
hold the fortune
of eyes, of tears, of ideals
a person might imagine,
follow a stream,
watch a single cloud cross the sky.
In the quiet of a morning,
glance to the stillness,
leaves – hold a world of life
movement in shadows,
sensing
wonder inside the silence of the mind.
Would a wish to wander
toward some reminder,
help find the
solution,
what is known to be the key
will push … ‘send.’
Meanwhile, our lives do shelter
sweet recall of a gentle breeze.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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