Time in Place
What time have these roads lost?
Two remote paths
Along a distant cottonwood grove; crossed.
Frome where have these beginnings come?
To walk a shelters' long crossway
Where a refuge exists for souls that keep their private drum
And for the flock of migrating questions seeking life's reason;
To sit a moment and set aside all the pains
Into a welling salve upon the scars of treason.
Now the unknown circles in the sky have exposure
As collateral passages must continue
Along their separate ways to closure
From old to new stories
That tell of change; a fresh novel
A new song; a hopeful day's glories!
Where familiar pains
Rest in the hot sun
Waiting for refreshing rains.
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