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"Free Fall"
One glance at the clock erases the dream
as sun dries up mist. Green horses race back
to the dovecote and Mercy reaches for the coffee pot.
The baron lies on his belly stiffening
his neck. Water falls and grain gets chewed.
The magazines are distributed and silence enforced
until after the meal, when free fall begins in earnest.
We are clouds passing over the earth
leaving no stain, perhaps a rock dislodged
or sand rearranged.
Choose effort or moneymaking, crush stones
in the heat of noon, scissor pictures from glossy pages,
it's your choice, choose, enjoy the choosing.
The eye in the sky is loving and blind.
-- Don Shewey
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