Here is a day,
Dawn to dark'
A string of moments
Small enough to
Ignore or notice,
A stretch of time
Between awakening
And sleep to be
Savored, or brushed
Aside in the rush
To some distant
Destination. Here
Is a day, different
From any other,
With its own flavor
To be tasted. The
Golden glow just before the sun
Rose held such
Promises as I
Knew must be kept-
Knew beyond even
the nagging whisper
of doubt were true-
that this very day
the whole perfection
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of the universe can
be inhaled like the
scent of fallen leaves,
the heady fragrance
of trees returning what
was never theirs to keep.
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