Slowly we walked, the dogs and I,
past the pond aswirl with morning mist,
past the wide expanse of lawn
alight with morning dew.
I paused to pick up a paper
tossed upon the ground –
a student’s discarded test
abundantly marked with red.
If only it were that easy, I thought,
to leave our mistakes behind,
but several of mine snuck in …
marking the rest of my walk with red,
but one of a gentler kind.
JDG
,
You are brilliant.
It’s true.
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I love these words, Joan.
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