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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

edges of the morning











panic has settled around the edges of the morning
if I turn to stare it down
it dissipates
but insists on lingering on the fringe of my vision

two meetings, one for endings and one for beginnings
both in my home

emails yet unsent

the warmth of a new morning
marked by rampant velvety purple morning glory vines
trying to induce me to linger
chickadees singing just on the other side of the fence

these days - this season
marks Mom's transport into glory

these summer savory, green bean producing
hot yet waning days of August

ah. perhaps therein
lies the source of this sense of panic
something escaping my grasp


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