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Four Lines

how quickly this summer flicks by
light bursts dawn into greens then blues
noon yellows toward twilight hues
time under color hides its flight

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every now and then comes that
perfect summer day breezes blow
through wide open windows and doors
throwing joy around with the chaff

Poetry

Four Lines

my mind can roam free from time why
then does each tick of the clock wrap
my body closer in its grasp
until life confined breathless dies

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Four Lines

just that once too long hesitate
change my fate cause the sun to shine
every other Thursday night
hold the moon til it’s a month late

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these gaps and holes are worrisome
what if I step into one let
myself falter just that once rest
too long

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progress and one-hundred forty
years collapsed water into streets
Canal Wall Wabash and Erie
names that echo faintly

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the canal breached wilderness
dense forest too shallow rivers
quilted with huckleberry bogs
frontier dank fertile dangerous

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