Wednesday, September 1, 2021

13,798. A TIME OF WONDER....

A TIME OF WONDER,
A TIME OF DREAM
I have thrown the hands of 
Sedgewick out; they've now 
fallen through the corridors 
of time. There is a graveyard 
on the road where, it seems,
the groundskeeper is constantly
working.  I wonder what he 
thinks as he recirculates over 
all that ground; the mowing 
and the tilling,  the planting
and the milling. So much
done with so little said. 
-
The gravestones apparently never
change : not the dates or the names
or the places? A motto, a slogan,
some pithy epitaph about Heaven
and all those walls of time. A willow,
inscribed, by a slowing stream, in
a time of wonder, a time of dream.

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