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AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)


the day is yet unbroken

the stars have not gone out

its nearly silent

a time of day

I like to be about

its as if I am the only one

in the world

and my company is the

ticking of the clock

and the humming in the power lines

its august

later in the year

but I feel  effortless and promising

a softer stillness inside me stirs

a zephyr brushes against the back of my neck

and lifts my hair

the kiss of the wind makes me

glad to be awake

I write my name in the air

this time so mine

it feels good to feel less pain

I'm so glad to be awake

and then to hear

the first trill and chatter

the persistent chitterings of life

of just the natural world

and then I turn on the radio

and the world intrudes

Elvis Presley is dead.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11/3/2021 7:32AM PST
TIME/DATE STAMPED...AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR
MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
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