Between going and staying the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can't be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Between
to-do lists and dog walks, I am coming and going. Bottles, bowls and cups are
visible and rest in shadows of color under a gray December sky.
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