by Tom Harmon
In simple single water orbs
winter fell from the eave
with interminable spells between.
We watched and listened
_______through windows yawned wide
_______for spring's first breath
nursing coffee in the breakfast nook
and musings on time's incongruities:
how quickly the boys grew
off to college;
how slowly seasons change.
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