A Walk in the
Park
by Myra King
Have you ever noticed
how a father’s arm
is always long
enough to reach
his child’s hand,
and a bumble bee
is softer and
more impossible
than any of
our imaginings
Trees in the beginning
of spring’s promise
breathe in
silent growth
And stirrings of earth’s heart
beat in time with
every living thing
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