A Brief Diversion

I looked up at Antares

but Antares did nothing to acknowledge me.

I looked down at the dandelion

and it could care less.

I walked toward a tree and scared half a dozen birds.

I stepped on ants, scared a harmless snake and

a gecko left left its tail behind,

for me to find

nature is simply a brief diversion from

what lies beyond this precious moment.

poetry 

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