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Lynx-Eyed

10 April 2013

 

I dream I am supposed to meet someone important, but I can’t remember who or where.

We’ve been down this way before.  Every wildflower knows you by name.

(Somewhere else, she glances ahead and turns to look back along the path, lynx-eyed and steadfast.)

Where else would you be? Never a right moment, we gain our time from here. We move and our beginnings burst into blossom. You feel it, don’t you?

You’re right on time, you’re way too late.

Pacing among the pillars of shadow and glare, rushing by tumbled walls and broken flags, we’re ending up where we need to be.

You’re right on time, you’re way too late.

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