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Someday
It's always "someday"—
like today once was—
waiting's so unnatural in "the now"—
where blackbirds gather—
from in, I'd rather—
be a little more
than I allow.
Their oneness——
ever includes me—
behind the scenes where
all means so much more—
Than "thens" or "soons"—
a suns or moons—
rearrive o'er
what I can't ignore—
Such "fars" and "rounds"—
without a sound—
from stars to hearts restart
at each re-care—
Behind the melodies—
beyond the night time—
back around within
behind the glare.
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Copyright ©2007 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com
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