Country air and green trees and spaces that are open.
A soul diva fills the air with a soft, tearing voice.
Rounds of carrots and horseshoes of celery that float.
Fresh herbs from the garden, as swans swim by on the lake.
An old chicken carcase, who'd have thought and salt.
Robbie, the Rainbow Lorikeet, sings at the window.
A few words to the universe, as I put the lid down.
Life is good, I think, as I toss another log into the stove.
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