These days grow longer,
their nights offer soccer
practice and t-ball games,
and at least the next
bewilderment. These
are the facts, but something
rolls them in as close
and as far away as my I.D.,
then, like ribbons strung--
breezing in trees in starlight
(so bruised by grace)-- an all
all-at-once seems aware of
the everyday world and
the literal one-- or maybe
this is just how our moments
seem to last, lingering
like a snail's trail I just
saw at the beginning of
this May-lengthened day.
Gerald Schwartz
West Irondequoit, New York 14617
8:10 AM
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