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in awe of a perfect moment

I stand most perfectly still

waiting for that old goon winter

to replace summer's sweet silence

and heating thrill

the porch swing has broken its hinges

from one setting too many

there is left over cobbler in the fridge

but I doubt if I go and get myself any

my years of advancing have now long since

passed

I often relax by just enjoying the day's

repast

and watch clouds as they mournfully gather

to form yet one more over cast

everyone before me has gone and and I set

here alone, at last

wondering where is the glory in the smile

of the moon

and for that matter what happened to the

morning

well, I guess she up and left with her

friend the afternoon

upset with her present company no doubt

who was so introspective today

she simply couldn't take my incessant

chatter anymore

so from me she set forth to stray.........

(Jan. 17, 1994 am)