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08/16/09 - (2)
Clouds
Hanging around the lake, this Sunday, I've taken my peaceful time, just counting clouds As they pass, on their way to wherever they're going.
They've not seemed too lazy or hasty, either, To rendezvous with their destinations, But indefatigable, persistent, resolute, free,
As though knowing the coordinates they need To reach some predestined locus Beyond the tree-lined horizon holding my focus.
Even now, they're scudding, right into twilight, Above, yet under, my tired, scrutinizing eye; I've been keeping tabs since dawn, and now I'm weary.
Although I've numbered hundreds, thousands of clouds, They show no signs of dissipating, And I wonder how many more there are to come,
How many days I'd have to spend, counting them, How many lifetimes my mind would require, To record their inexorable migration, from beginning to end.
08/16/09 - (2)
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