Changing of tides

Changing of tides, turning of seasons,

natural progression and succession,

not subject to reason but filled with rhyme

in which time and place lace burgeoning lines-

trying to find space for the unplaceable, unwritable,

unreachable with words. The eyes looks up.

The pencil stops.

There’s the poetry.

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