This was put here with the hope that I would see it—a surprise, a gift:
These weren’t personal, but I got to see them on a morning run:
a sidewalk laced with slug trails, glittering all the way up a tough hill
another patch of sidewalk—bare, but due to some effect of light and wet, bearing the image of many fallen leaves—a tapestry.
I am thankful for how the ordinary is anything but.