Transition

Appealing early-autumn.

Appealing early-autumn. (Photo credit: Bishwo Ghimire)

The season’s veil lifts

Summer melds into autumn

Mystery unfolds.

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I go back to the house for a book

stunningly beautiful and slightly chilling

Dr Bill Wooten

“I turn around on the gravel
and go back to the house for a book,
something to read at the doctor’s office,
and while I am inside, running the finger
of inquisition along a shelf,
another me that did not bother
to go back to the house for a book
heads out on his own,
rolls down the driveway,
and swings left toward town,
a ghost in his ghost car,
another knot in the string of time,
a good three minutes ahead of me—
a spacing that will now continue
for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I think I see him
a few people in front of me on a line
or getting up from a table
to leave the restaurant just before I do,
slipping into his coat on the way out the door.
But there is no catching him,
no way to slow him down
and put…

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Shoulders

This haiku makes the point I was making yesterday–no man is an island ~

Ben Naga

SHOULDERS

Neil would never have
Got anywhere near the moon
Trying on his own

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