sweet the air
soft the rain
waiting waiting waiting on all of them
white pearls I steal
from the sea far far
from leaves and trees
from dampness, silence, autumn leaves
and are these waves peace?
does the air release us
from our care, our fear?
have we been here?
do we know what is secure
real and true in this whirling
time of machines and menacing
men?  us and them and money
less less than sweet air. soft rain. autumn leaves.
and the vast vast moment
waiting on them
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