Turtle By Day

Under the boughs
Turtle clouds come and go
Dissolving into blue skies
Angel ladies dance behind the ridges.

Two boys toss a coin
Give each other four minutes a piece
Rolling down a small green knoll
Scooting over trolls.

A minute rolls by,
Time kept safely in the hands of boys
Who determine minutes by shape and feel
Instead of the ticking of seconds clocked.

Three sunflowers smile from over the hedgerow
Their bright yellow faces looking East;
I listen to the sound of waves
Ocean inside a snail’s shell.

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