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Rap Beats Go On
.
The space between
the tick and the tock
infinitely grows much
longer as seasons show
and fade.
.
Waiting develops a
fine sense of cadense
almost matching
the passing of traffic
in wet half-melted
snow turned to slush
covered sentience.
Rise, near sensate
faculties! Grow warmth.
.
As always, year to year,
green awareness returns
to let floral patterning
perform; ice is gone, sleet
consigned again to dreamed
winter images. A sun rises
and clouds thin before they
disappear.
.
Lady A
.
