A Document Of Days To Come
Looking back over broad shoulders
I scan a calendar of landscapes
For my wind-erased footprints,
Stand momentarily there
In a stun of years,
But also in
The building light
Of a new morning's dawn,
Ready at long last to walk on
With my wife and our small son,
A document of days to come beyond.
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