I sit on the wooden docks
Phone in hand, camera aimed
At the green-brown lake
Speckled with ducks, bread and sunlight.
A skip, a hop is all it takes
For me to escape
Into nature's embrace
Under the shade of a willow tree
I listen to insects hum
Drowning my thoughts
To match the calmness of the water.
To me, it's a small reprieve
From the clustered concrete towers
That in an hour, I'll return to
For her, it's through a screen
The freedom I have
Reduced to a moving picture in the palm of her hand
And I try to compress it all
In high resolution
As the ducks
Eat the rest of the bread
I've scattered over the lake.
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