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SUNDAY PRAYER, xlvii
Time & time again,
in real life we don't get graded.
No such frame to keep the lines in.
No such clock to keep our time with.
They take a walk, she holds her shoes,
and yes the Killdeer mist approves.
Mom calls out my Christian names.
While we all age, we stay the same. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
here we are miles outside of town,
forty miles outside of town.
What grows up also grows down.
Can you tell my glass eyes from my real ones?
Tell a white lie from deception?
In Makanda there is a boardwalk,
and it is all walk. I am all talk, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
From dusk to moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Olympia, Washington, USA
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