WHAT DO WE SEE?
A Walk in Cape Cod
Dancing Elephants Press Prompt week 44 of 52 — Observations

The Christmas Shoppe in the strip mall is going out of business — the pines lining the parking lot, defiant — a posh, thriving piazza pearled with the greening memory of dew, tinseled with dancing strands of spilt sun.
And what’s this? Each branch is pregnant — carrying matcha green strawberries studded like cacti.
(I should have looked with my eyes, not my hands.) The divine does indeed have a wicked sense of humor.
Which the breeze appreciates fully — flinging bravos of sweet pepperbush scent so delicious I can scarcely stand it.
I breathe and breathe and breathe until my belly, too, is big. All the world swollen with anticipative delight.
Such a repast — this rose-colored respite from the rest of it.
I’ve been mispronouncing amen. It’s not ‘a’ like in acorn, but ‘a’ like in awe.
Towering oaks of awe. Sweet, little cups of awe brimming over. Couplets of praise and gratefulness writing themselves in the asphalt like roadsigns and signals and a child’s chalked stars.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2023
Thank you to Dr. Gabriella Korosi for a wondrous prompt:
Also, please enjoy this luminous poem on ‘inward sight’ by Leah Lynch:
Thank you, team at Dancing Elephants Press, for the home for this musing — begun while caretaking my very elderly mother in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Dr. Gabriella Korosi, Dr. Preeti Singh, Annelise Lords, Vidya Sury, Collecting Smiles.
Thank you, dearest readers. Love.
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