Picked Up On Jogs

Running swiftly

Smoothly

Like a deer

Across the grass and dirt

Then reaching down

Spotting

A little treasure

.

A multicolored leaf

An oddly shaped rock

A flower

Held in the palm

Turned over and over

Something special seen

.

Taking it home

In brisk morning air joy

Placing the natural beauty

On the mantelpiece

To stare at

As days wane

Smoothed with the edges of time

Trying to remember

The brisk morning

From the life of youth

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