Crisp Clarity

The crisp air blows clarity

enough to pull up the jacket collar

for the old man strolling at the park.

 

He sees his past clearer

without the dust of regret

that hot days bring.

 

Or the frenzy of kaleidoscopic emotions

that simmer in summer months

like a swarm of bees.

 

His path is lined with elms starkly void of leaves

linear branches reaching out

close enough to embrace.

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