The eye

white computer screen 
trains eye to spot the box edges, 
grey walls with polite glances and gestures


summer sun invites, glitters office window
a co-worker said she walked outside for a break
beautiful day to catch blue butterflies and goldfish


it could have been winter
mind on the cube full of files and sheets,  
details today, breakfast meeting tomorrow


black cane in hand, he proudly smiles 
as he wraps himself back to work like a busy bee, 
regained health now precious as a white diamond


i search while driving the busy freeway, moody as a crab,
ignoring thirst for cold yogurt and freshly buttered croissants,      
mind wanders on foot, overtaking huge trailer trucks  


full of merchandise, sales goals, expectations, hellos 
and goodbyes to busy people revolving the office doors, 
while my eye follows a seagull soaring above the orange lit sky 


gliding over the creek, a flash of silver plume in forest wild, 
     
it is a beautiful day 




Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Stream of Consciousness Writing


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