Not Surprising

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

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 muscles whip the door, I grab it’s handle
……………….to keep the thing from flying

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

……………….is this 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, is
……………… 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 stalling

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

……………….but this too 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 beneath, nothing’s in the way
……………….and no thing is capable of lying

……………….but of this and allatonce has been
……………… surprising
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by Jim Culleny
12/12/13

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