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Monday, August 1, 2011

spring water

Time passes
a barnacle
in the mind

a heart
without eyes
has no sense
of time

The wind
the rain
a mirror’s reflection
on a face

years of playing
in summer winds
and winter storms

a heart still sings
youth filled
the legs
the feet
no longer
move in tempo

reminiscing upon
that fill the glass
with spring water
of youth