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when we were immortal
for Pamela Griffiths
time for everything
best things take time
in all the pockets of the day
with gifts of love, imagination
see into the picture and past
faces of friends pop up
expected, sometimes for surprise
there’s always the miracle of here-I-am
and how-did-I-get-here?
quite the empire we are
how vanishing this time
that Spring beginning could be anywhere
meaningless -- money, the pile to-do
the well is conversation --
this great scheme
we are together
yearn to be blank and possible
know such a morning comes
it is sung out of treetops
caught falling
time for it all when we were immortal
time for everything
best things take time
we’ll know when we get there
and meanwhile
it’s lovely to be on the way
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