Welcoming the afternoon
As the morning is now past.
I am but a moving object
Coming to rest at last.
Never a mornings shadow
Will darken the thoughts of my mind.
For they are created in darkest soul,
And see the light of new print, I find.
Dangle the hook of a thought
That needs no bait replaced.
It is as fresh today, as if tomorrow,
They were grabbed from outer space.
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Kathy