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Sunday Evening

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Windswept, time moves

As the clouds pass,

The tall grass

Flashes blue in the breeze,

Dusk settles inwards,

Invoking times steel trap

And herding men's minds

Through routine.


All across the town

People are setting aside books

And model sailing ships.

In dark small houses

They are brushing their teeth

And climbing into freshly

Laundered white sheets

Beside loved ones.


While they sleep the clouds will pass,

Like the wild geese,

Voyaging into the night.

 

 

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Ann Foxglove

Sat 28th Apr 2012 18:18

Lovely! "All across the town

People are setting aside books

And model sailing ships."

Very moving and subtle.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 25th Apr 2012 13:21

A charming time-capsule evocation of the hum-drum human existence against the timeless activity of nature.

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Tue 24th Apr 2012 15:43

I agree with Stella. Love the closing lines especially.

<Deleted User> (6315)

Tue 24th Apr 2012 13:20

I do enjoy these moment pieces Tom..you slice a piece of life so well here..and yes the clouds do pass. :)

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