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Sep 2016
I grabbed an instant maybe more
to steady myself on the chilled floor
pushed up arising, I smoothed my face
steadied my mind to reenter the race

a lazy sun rose slowly on this fall day
the fields late lush were now sullen and gray
the chilled air swirled thinly, filled with clouds
steel gray with figures moving in the shrouds

fearless birds taking their morning flight
were early companions at first light
a distant barking pumped through the air
it was faint... all you could hear

dressed and wide-eyed I pursued the day
scheduled and planned in every way
another journey to the things I do
filled with challenge, objects, and the retinue
Robert Gretczko
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Robert Gretczko  Yonkers
(Yonkers)   
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