
There is intensity in the beauty
of the common place.'
There is concentrated grace
in the focused moment.
There is love bundled and rising
in the most mundane.
There in loveliness in the
uncritical view.
Sometimes we capture it
with a flash and a click.
Sometimes we take a snapshot
in our memories.
Bust always, it is there, the beauty
and the wonder
of what is beheld.
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