PGY 39, Day 101
Thinking about Steve Jobs, and my brother Peter. Good men, lost to the world, but lives lived well.
V2
Sunny Day
Silent ...
Sunbeams Spotlight Shimmering
Leaves
Flutter ... dance in gentle breeze ...
soon to be naked trees.
Some, radiant dressed, scream for attention ...
about to drop their cover.
Reflecting ...
rhythm, autumn's amber glow ...
crystal blue skies ...
eternity.
Seasons ... men ... women ... come and go,
cricket, squawking bird, rustling squirrel,
each endless solo
squall and swan song sung ...
to no avail,
sensing ... warm, sweet, calm ...
days savoring seasons' fruit ...
moments pale.
Watching, wondering how can it be?
The inchworm ... tiny thing,
efortlessly dangling ... floating ...
up ... down ... side to side ...
on a sparkling string ...
nearly invisible.
But, that is just a distraction.
Have a Happy Sunday and Do The Right Thing!
Dr. Mike
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