Not Surprising

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,
the upcoming sun has drawn a silken orange scarf
……………….across a horizon

air warm as my last breath escapes through interstices
……………….of a net of bare limbs rising

its new spark’s a blazing diamond in a new day
………………. skying

………………..Is this surprising?

winds rush in to fill a void
……………….where other air is now good-bying

their muscle whips the door, I grab it’s handle
……………….to keep the thing from flying

and still, the last blazing diamond’s in a cold night
……………… skying

……………….Is it surprising?

moon arrived last night after the sun had left
……………….to warm others with its newest shining,

houselights below, warm in mother’s shade, acorns falling,
……………….pine cones pining,

overhead the last blazing diamond, tiny still, and brightly
……………… flying

……………….It’s not surprising

the river still runs through that ran when I was young
……………….it’s in its valley falling

limbs dipped in its flow are tugged to come along but won’t let go
……………… they keep on stalling

instead they’re waiting to be weightless, loose and free
……………….and skying

……………….But this is not surprising

now my love is near, grown children here and there,
……………….out of reach an orange scarf lies

along a line of trees at dawn. Beyond a wall some oaks
……………….rooted in the earth and swaying

crusted frost is underneath, nothing’s in the way
……………….and no thing is capable of lying

……………….all of this is not surprising
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by Jim Culleny
12/12/13

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