from a work in progress, “process, not a journey” (35-37)
resonance
the cold rail vibrates
beneath his hand
.
It’s inevitable
he stands and waits
.
Time Enough
patience sips her tea
as she watches
the bees flit and hover
among the roses in her garden
.
a breeze shifts the leaves
to the left and right
.
as above so below
morning breaks
pink and blue
beneath the ragged clouds
as the wind chime
in the chase tree
ripples through the yard
(March 6, 2020)
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