A MOMENT
This morning was gray and settled; and
probably the last mild day for a while. To
look forward to that, it's not really too much.
Candelabras dangle at the edge of the table.
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The lady in the next place down, she was
seeking her dog this morning. Said it had
gone off to the woods and not yet come
back. I told her I hadn't seen the dog at all,
and then - two hours later - she said it
had returned. All's well like that.
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It's quiet when there are no bird calls,
nor dogs. Only more Winter that waits.
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