Summer Discoveries

I dig deeper. There is no secret to be found in my endeavors. Rather, to discover the gentle floating of a petal on a cool pond come summer, satisfies.

I think I am going down another rabbit hole.

two standing
the corner grocer
door ajar

bargaining
playing a game 

hands and mouths 
moving time 
wind remains the same

talking of wrinkles
a brown bag bottle 

hands in the air
surrounding the chill
grandpa let go of the throttle