Alone in the Heart of it All

Upon my back upon a lawn I lay
beneath a conifer in dappled sun
at 3 p.m. one perfect Saturday,
entranced. The August month had just begun,
embroidered with the shape of solitude
and shot with colors leonine and bold.
My errand blossomed to event; my mood
included quiet, welcoming the gold.

The squirrels chittered claims above my head.
The long and lacy needles of the tree
seemed made of silicon, segmented green
like broom beside a city creek. A thread
contentment whispered like a melody
of dream in me: alone, alive, serene.

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