sun shines on the deck built by a friend
bushes in the garden
fed by the gardener
lettuce leaves sprout proudly
by their roots
a flower pot on the table
outside a bedroom window
petals are purply pink
as if they are the stars
of the show
my face in the mirror
old and wrinkled
deep in thought
flies come to the flowers
but don't land there.
Am I making it up as I go along?
yes and no
these are things I see
with my eyes and my heart.
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