Through the forest of speckled sunlight, an open field expands my view. The magnolia will flower, where I find the dream of refuge. Solitude from the moving crowd, under a high ceiling of white clouds. So benign an activity that if everyone did this perhaps there would be no more wars. A few moments stepping off to side, to let the show run its course without interference.
– Josh Fleming
Inspired by and remixed words from Billy Collins with my own, Horoscopes For The Dead
Image by: Bahman Farzad