a plate full of hours
is on
the table.
the white cloth holding
the black
handed
clock.
the sun has shifted
through
the trees
the shadows
bend over the roof,
the fence,
against
the umbered rainbow
of fallen
leaves.
I have places to be
in time
but for now i'll
sit here
and close my eyes,
just breathe.
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