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Sep 2023
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                                     30 September 2023

                                             “Make it so, Number One”

                                     -Star Trek: The New Generation (often)

Up at 0630 with coffee and Tuxedo-Cat
In the west-fading light of the still-full moon
To watch and hear and feel and touch and taste
The waning of night, the beginning of day

The air was cool, the grass was damp, the birds –
The birds were LOUD, fussing from tree to tree
An old lawn chair, layers of paint over rust
Was our captaincy over possibilities

“Is all well, Number One?” I asked the cat
He blinked his eyes that the world was ready to sail
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