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Standing


On one side or the other,

just within grasp

a glimpse

of what

cannot be

seen.

 

In a flick or smoked candle

benign thoughts race full speed

almost as if participating

in the unseen game

 

A North wind today speaking of coming warm times

A number, a leaf, bird feathers plasterd on the log trucks grill

All that aside, and with a big and hearty... ho hum

there are scooby snacks bringing some peace.

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