WE HAVEN'T HAD
TO DO THAT YET
I am heavy with symbolism tonight.
The dark beard of doubting I tug.
Regard me but for the instant, the
stars and moon astride my window.
They reward the watching in a silent
brood of detail and place. Just as all
the Heavens are arrayed, so my own
Life is listed : squarely, solidly, and set.
It seems things are like this always.
So many, many items to do, when all
one really wants to do is watch the
setting moon, (a sight not seen before),
which I've never seen go down.
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