It’s not clear
What separates us
From nature, each other
Even certain parts of ourself
We never knew existed
Until we fall flat on our face
Flatter than the horizon
On a hot July afternoon
Then we know
We are not who we think we are
And the world doesn’t exist
To serve, or even enable us
In some arcane remote way
Like how truth follows a butterfly
Or how there is no saving a balloon
From the end of a pin
Funny how such entitled thoughts
Like those featuring us
At the very center of the universe
Pop up and dominate us
Like our third grade teachers
Who taught us fresh air
Helps us avoid cold germs
Yet I wonder, even with all this
Can we ever avoid death?
Poetic Alchemist 
Thanks Jel. We did and hope you did too.
Morning Don,
hope ya hada good 4th,
Thanks Gautami. Thanks Vinay
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I like the title. Prfect!
lovely
happy 4th.
in this material world? no way, and that’s how it’s supposed to be…
good one, don
It draws ever nearer.
Thanks, Don, for this one and for all the fine photos.