On city streets I dwell A transplant long before you My space cannot contain me Unlike the studio you call home. The sun and fresher air Call, I stretch my twiggy arms To where I loom above you And your fast-paced neighbors. I wonder, 'Do you see me?' When you heeltoeclickityclack past Doubtful. Your phone is all you see. One day I just may bend Accidentally clutching your clutch Opening a door for you to see Just how lovely grows this tree.
Written for Dan’s Thursday Door Writing Challenge 2022 and Thursday Doors.
Inspired by photo contributed by Method Two Madness.
"Stop rushing. Slow down and enjoy the beauty of life." - Debashis Mridha
Thoughts Of An E'ville Woman 
I’d trip if I was walking and looking at my phone. haha So glad you pointed out the new normal that has become a bit sad.
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A beautiful reminder to slow down and see. Nicely done!
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Thank you Brenda.
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This is beautiful, Denise. The observations that we routinely miss.
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Thank you, Dan. Isn’t it amazing what words come forth when inspired by art or nature? I wish for more time to think, observe, record while in life’s ‘laboratories’.
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This is excellent! You’re exactly right–no one even looks at it, except those of us with cameras looking for doors. (K)
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Very true! I do watch others while I’m door hunting and many times I see the disconnect.
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Totally charming
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Thank you Sheree.
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Beautiful! I especially loved the last verse.
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Thanks Janis for your comment.
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