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Friday, March 09, 2012

Only the Sun Knows

 
Dull sheen in the air;
Sun not breaking through the clouds;
How cold is it out?
 
Suddenly shadows
Fall softly across the road.;
Now the sun is here.
 
Hanging from a tree
An old silver milk bucket
Waiting for a tit.
Another winter-
The steel fence still is helpless
Against gentle snow.
 
Like a stage curtain
Clouds lift and the sun rises
On a bright new scene.
Other side of fence--
Large ball waits expectantly.
No one is playing.
 



 Shadow of a tree
Or just a play of the light?
Only the sun knows.
Why is it shorter:
The journey on the way back?
Is the road shrinking?

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