Constant World

 

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Constant World

Mid-morning sings

A summer song on my small town street.

 

Where the street crosses the creek

The woods muscle right up to the edge.

Someone watches me from in there.

What is she doing here?

 

Mid-morning sings

A summer song on my small town street

Whether I am in air-conditioned steel, glass and concrete

Saving the world.

Or walking here.

Or gone.

 

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