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While honoring tradition
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Nights power rising
Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace
Wakefulness waning



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility
For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat
Slowly waking
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As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Fears rise in the dark
So many unknowns stare back
Fate can be quite cruel