Picking Up Pebbles

By judith_morgan

Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Picking Up Pebbles

It is lovely in the park this morning.
The autumny leaves of the plane tree
like amber glass
filter sunshine.
Beneath its branches,
arms spread wide,
a child plays.
Transfixed
I watch a while.
Sensing my attention
she looks my way
smiles
then resumes her play.
Today she's picking up pebbles.

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