Distracted by internal ramblings,
she failed to see the sunlight
glittering on the sycamore tree,
to smell the honeysuckle,
to hear the crow’s caw.
It makes you wonder
why she took that afternoon walk.
Was it just to get in her ten thousand steps?
JDG
aholdingplace 
A brief but very effective picture, Joan, of how we moderns are losing touch with the world around.
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