I stand here, in the sun
the sounds of progress
alongside the image of my dog’s shining eyes and panting tongue
In the background, the sound of birds
have they been there all along
the realization finally settles in to my understanding
what is progress?
the determined voices of man
alongside the pounding of hammers and fists
or the coming back,
the reaching back
towards those birds voices and dog’s shining eyes?
I close my eyes
Editor: Andrea B.
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