Racing Through Ireland
Running down the grass
slippery and wet
Turn a corner
under oak trees
with their moldly bark
and sharp green leaves
Keep moving
forward
faster
"bump, bump"
over the old wooden bridge
ignoring that,
under those feet
the hush of the river
breathes, lives
Push farther
even faster
And in the air
suddenly
fills with a sweet perfume scent
Slow down
into the hues
of the purple-pinks
and the soft yellows
flowing through petals
Keep moving
Keep going
dancing through flowers
and out a gated door
start into a run again
a journey to see more.
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