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Anon

Driving home past fields of corn

lush in the slant of evening light

the swell of the hills beyond

green peace-filled soft earth

this hot day’s clouds stretched thin

across the wide expanse of sky

the occasional hawk wheeling overhead

the long highway rolled out empty before me

it is easy to reverence this place Earth

this glorious imperfect Life

this one true life slipping along

as it does following a road

the sun setting red and huge

no matter what I do or don’t do

the moon appearing a white crescent

just there as it will

a delight no matter

what tiny things

I say or do or think or feel

driving down the road

thinking my thoughts

recalling perhaps other

such graceful evenings

such but never the same

as All moves along

and along taking me

and you and all of us

forward ever anon.