Pat Nolan

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Light stream bathes the room
cuts a bright swath across
the rug the cat thinks he owns
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untie my laces slough off
my boots I can feel
the gratitude of my feet
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and there among the green maze
of the overgrown mallow
the tiniest of birds frolic
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as a species we are pouring
over the edge of history
like water over a dam
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afternoon fades
the sparkling lights are birch
leaves caught in a breeze
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