In the Back Yard

Butterflies are rife out on the Russian sage,
And bees are, too. The sun, today not quite
So fierce, is held in check by gentle breezes.
This place, blessedly apart from those whose
Names are better known, is quiet, seen,
But undisturbed, by one old primate
Of that species, which, more often, cannot
Stand to leave things undisturbed.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-07-30 at 21:08

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Oh, there's a softness in this one that appeals to me very much. L6 made me smile... can't say I've ever heard anyone describe themselves in this manner before. The conclusion resonates with me, too. Very nice, thanks.