This hour stolen from us,
an hour of joy; an hour
of misery; an hour of work
or dreaming. The sparrows
go on building their nest
in the long-untenanted
birdhouse. Cows wait
at the barn gate, slowly
swishing their tails.
Mountains fall beneath
the sun. We all go on
as before.
an hour of joy; an hour
of misery; an hour of work
or dreaming. The sparrows
go on building their nest
in the long-untenanted
birdhouse. Cows wait
at the barn gate, slowly
swishing their tails.
Mountains fall beneath
the sun. We all go on
as before.
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