Time lapse
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The summer went as the summer will
despite the solstice stillness
aged by many seasons, we
still complain of too much
or not enough rain as if surprised
by the weather, by the sudden loss
of light, by our mother’s
call as night falls to come inside.
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The last thirty years sometime later
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What did…. how could
stayed within me…. not every
but many…. sometimes
thin bursts…. scurry
across the face of moon
surging and seemingly pulsing
wind-driven
years maybe
the edge of a field
a bonfire…. a girl
my best friend and
we walked
innocence….. pouring
through…. currents
producing aurora
dancing star to star
time stood for us
we stood for time
under that one moon
forty years ago…. still there
when I step outside