She sits between a toadstool
and thistle, the little frog
whispering in her ear,
the only other sound
the buzz of a sleepy bee,
the kiss of a butterfly wing,
and her thoughts in tune
with the wind moving through
the nearby trees, and she
is at peace.
–C.L. Fisher, May 2021
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