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Aug 2021
Diverted, never Defeated

rushing like water into its misted future
crawling like moss in a camouflage of the past
giving lie to our tiny present

a passing shadow of day-creatures
flit for their designated eight minutes
failing to fully grasp their moment

while the trees stand watch -
still present, pointing to a future only they see

Diverted, but never Defeated
a writing exercise beneath the chimneys at Colden Water, Lumb Bank.  We had eight minutes to write something while in the woods.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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