Greater Love
a greater honesty
a greater civility
as though time passes at varying temperatures
as though there are seasons (the season of
responsibility/the season of war/the season
of clouds scrubbing away blue/the season
of never ending snow)
and we are captive in time’s seasons
detritus/the flash point when the phoenix realizes
and stones roll/rock across history in small scenes
from the corner café
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