
Drilling of work men,
bangs of broadband improvements –
a bird on the wire
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Drilling of work men,
bangs of broadband improvements –
a bird on the wire
Copyright Francis 2023

Moon in the water
A breath of air through the leaves
Ripples at my feet
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reaching out to touch
I cannot hold back such force –
watch the seasons change
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And where do I walk?
My body follows the mind –
cold breath returning

I’ve been waiting for the blossom to
fall in winter,
leaves to blow around the streets
in spring.
I tried to set sail when the tide was out
like forcing the fruit of an apple tree;
I should have waited
to enjoy the sun.
Time is of the essence
and the essence is time:
Each now passes and is gone;
a simple stillness remains
What will be will be
spring’s breath silent like the fall –
the sun comes around
copyright Francis 2023