Monday, September 11, 2017

Barometric Duration


Days end, All that could happen
Did.
That said,
It all comes back to you.

Last chance to change
your mind
in my direction.

One point aimed
at your heart, a foci.

Mist. Barometric pressure.
The duck glides atop
rolling water. Surface levels

Stones skip
Hurried to land.

All was settled
where places were
Set. 
Painting by Robert Vonnoh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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