That spark of beauty
glimpsed from the train
as I whisked by
that bush
shaped into circles
planted by that house
reveals a kind soul
a kindred spirit
one who appreciates beauty
found in an unlikely place
Each day my commute
takes me by
quickly             yet
that momentary glance
makes me long to live
in that house by the bush
so lovingly molded
in that quiet, restful place
where wise ones plant grace
and contemplate
the thoughts that grow
along with the bush
the thoughts watered by the curiosity
of young souls in old bodies....