When Irony Abounds – Almost

The word found itself the meaning,

the colors found their own with refractions,

The Sun shafted clear air into golden showers, unknowing

The heart moves and stops in automatic contractions

Even the fish spawn imperceptibly in the pond, with no inkling

– And I, articulating, have only almost found myself in this contraption.


In response to prompt Almost from here.


Photo May 05, 7 58 28 PM
Anncey, French Alpes


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