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Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Poem for a Cloud Passing Overhead Near the End of Summer

Falling deeper into reverie
I get a glimpse of it yet
A summer breeze stirs
Across the lawn
Just as vision returns and
A cloud whispers overhead

Poems within poems 
In the things
A great poet never said
Human nature is the container
Our experience flows
Into continuously 

All the signals received
That were never sent
The ghost in the machine
That keeps us busy guessing at
Whatever might have been meant

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