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Friday, July 9, 2010

The poem of mine published by Medusa in May 2010. the images reposts from various sites


They broke the early edge of morning,

Filling the positions of the day almost

Immediately. Great platoons of moments

Forming ranks, files, minute by minute,

Hour by hour. There were so many

Ready to greet the dawn that it became

Impossible to predict what might occur

Between morning and evening. Love

Songs rose spontaneously from myriad

Places, decisions and resolutions assembled,

Sure of success. It was as if everything

That could happen on any given day

Would happen today for certain.

This went on every morning, no matter

What; Winter, Summer, Spring and Fall,

A seemingly endless parade. Surely there

Must be something to all this activity.

We stood on the hilltops watching.

We looked from out our windows.

We greeted one another and discussed

Every event as it unfolded itself. Each

thing seemed new. We hardly noticed

How it all worked until it became

Necessary to remember where we

Were and what was happening to us.

By then our joy had moved to the children.

We continued this way for an indeterminate

Amount of time and then it was over.

At first this seemed strange. Later we

Involved ourselves in the making of it.

We became the things we observed.

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