I See

I see a pretty picture

But it is not complete

The park bench is empty

Where two people should be


And where are the children

Laughing as they speak

One counts aloud

In their game of hide and seek


And what about the dog

Splashing in the pond

Sniffing out bullfrogs

While staying in too long


Of course, there is ice cream

Double-scooped on sugar cones

They melt and drip to the ground

Adding color to crushed stones


I see a pretty picture

Full of possibility

Because daydreams become

Whatever you wish for them to be

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