On a blue-bright day of
Breathtaking cold
We saw infinite value
In things of transient beauty

Diamonds were shattered icicles on
Forest paths promising all the world

And two old men closed their eyes to
Face the sun
As they shared a picnic of peaches
And biscuits

A mile below
The city fully visible
Clustered round the bay
To watch a ferry draw a white line
Pointing to the horizonIMG_3144

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