WONDER AND AWE
Each day it's wonder and awe for me,
so much so that I never know where
I'm going and never realize where I
end up. I should found my own church.
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There are things that leave me speechless,
always churning around the bend. At any
point: the movie-house lettering, five birds
in the sky, a shadow, the back of that book.
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I see ideas in a plate-glass window, and
the wandering forms of an idle reflection.
People's bent faces - and people's spent
faces too. Those too old for the young
and those too young for the old. Those
coming, or going. The bought, or the
sold. Those coming again.
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It's never over under those maple-tree eaves.
Those boughs and those branches are new,
every new leaf and bud I saw - a perfect
mark to recollect, my wonder, my awe.
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