Aspect and Extent

Back from the edge
of an expanding abyss,
miraculously potholes diminish,

Back to the lilacs
in bloom by the door;
back to summer’s sweet scent,

The senses rebound,
a wondrous break
from the total anarchy of dark,

Sun soft-talks the binds
of calendar and clock;
Breeze whisks the worries away.

Builders of dreams,
we shed our cocoons,
eager to try out new wings.

Architects all,
sandcastles abound;
Time is an intangible thing.


 

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