Though only superficial
I wrote an unsigned dedication
Quietened the internal voices
All that time without a position
Then to find myself, striking out
Saying what to adopt, what to avoid
Which of the bear-traps to beware of
And under the moonlight
To single out the moon
And stars, and clouds, and sky, and to name
The embers images, in the fire grate
Today - this day, this morning
Will be unlike almost any other
Except that I will breathe mindful
And ask others to do the same
The last coach on the last train
Will set off into the dusk of sunset
It will have been a very good time
For quiet helloes, and sad, sad goodbyes
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