By Jennifer Brookins

walk with me this afternoon
no particular plan just fresh mountain air
wild roses gone wild; nest where mockingbirds had babies
when breathless we stop and watch clouds passing by
whoops ….I forgot your love for algorithms
why do you analyze every little thing until you exhaust yourself from too much thinking like a donkey
carrying a load of books on its back.
Dear heart, my offer still stands,
if you come without prejudice and
your I Phone

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