A prairie warm and windy day in Raymore
Swirls of dry dust cluttered with crackled leaves
miss the sheltered bench
that invites all comers
to park themselves.
I'll kick off my shoes
and swing my bare feet
to cool them
in the shade of the tree
just outside the door to warmth and family.
Do I hear an echo from beyond the door?
‘Make sure you leave all that dirt and dust outside...’
“Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and
hollowness; it is the contrary with the echoes of the heart.”
~ John Frederick Boyes
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