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SUNDAY MORNING PAUSE

At the speed of light
the seasons change
wet to hot and
dry to cold again

that through young eyes
seemed like lifetimes, when
each minute hung-on
the black hand of a clock.

Horses bend to morning hay,
red heifers graze the fence
along the lawn, the sun’s
white blaze beyond the ridge

comes later each day.
Nothing stays the same, yet
damn little's changed
except for my perspective.

Posted by John Dofflemyer on August 13, 2006 7:33 AM |

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