a space of quietness and beauty
Between wind gusts,
when treetops bend back up out of their sway;
Between waking and sleeping,
Between the last rush-of-tires down the pavement,
And the next...
Between the thought of a tulip, and the plan for the next chore to do
Between light and dark
miss the mark
an Indian canoe made out of bark --
When day breaks, orange and stark
And you have free time and peace
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