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Sunday, October 21, 2012

Even on this Day


With a flash of light
And a soft whooshing of speed:
Cars go rushing by.
Other direction,
White pants pass quietly by:
Tall man walks the road.

Alfred munches hay;
Every day eats the same meal;
Doesn't seem to mind.
Easy to fool goat;
I just make a braying sound
And he stares at me.
Is it light flowing
Or is it sound and water?
Stream confuses me.
Clouds pull their curtain
And the road becomes dull gray.
Then shadows return.
With a faint skitter
Dry leaves blow across the road;
Others float to join.

Even on this day--
Soft fall day of floating leaves;
My mind can wander.

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