we were seeking sun light

contrast to an ice cream sensation

distractions are everywhere though

and bold as we supposed we were

both succumbed:

she to two red squirrels frolicking

I to one small canvas of ethereal blues

western cedar canopy our venue

standing room only—-

Canada Geese have season’s tickets

she says « you can’t take it »

and I confess I did think I might

then we stand silent watching squirrel play

It’s sunny across the way but

we never make it

ice cream cool and the moment both pass

Our stroll resumes

scratch skip and a half blink

Art can stir

changes leave a kind of glow

light alters you from inside🪶