VIVID

 

                Vivid

There on a quiet walk along the seashore

Where among gardens so carefully tended

White fences separating properties

Lure us to ponder the status of wealth

Then in a moment of shining glory

The inhabitants reach out and call us

Persuading us to admire not their surroundings

But they themselves in their true brilliance

Reminding that each of us for a moment

Were no longer contained or separated at all

But free to explore the beauty of each other

In perfect harmony and without fear

Photo and verse
Charlie Riverman Bergeron

10/2012

 

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