no more revolutions
poems in process, life in focus
Oct 9, 2010
an owl watches all this.
in this moment when life calms
and peace is here
the way an owl is suddenly noticed
and then is everything,
a shade of loneliness colors the rocks.
and there is a low place in the ground
where two friends could sit, backs against a tree.
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