Saturday Morning
by Tom Harmon

    In simple single water orbs
    winter fell from the eave
    _______drop
    _______plop
    _______drop
    _______plop
    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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