Poem: Passing Time…

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Poem: Passing Time…

A year and a half
reversing massive buildup
that was choking all.
Maniacal abundance
receiving just what we need.

Endless useless works
tending to material
that no one will want
Orphaned kittens needing love
not enough hands to go around.

Daily massages
the horse is getting better
but my friend has gone.
Rearranging time and space
always there is new from old.

The end of summer
heavy rains are returning
darkness grows daily.
As the grass turns green again
the spider’s web is shrinking.

~ Betsy ~
September 1, 2002 – 00:43

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