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Juxtapositions

To understand the
Juxtapositions of this life
Is to be aware,
No
Chose to bathe
Ourselves in the nuances of each moment

Watching as it begins
See it through, to its fullness

Most ripe
Most succulent

Tend to your harvest
Gently, swiftly

Then

Sit
Watch
Allow the sun to set

Pay attention
A new one now begins
Be open and aware
Each moment matters

Copyright © 2004 William A. York.
All rights reserved.
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