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Grandfather’s Vespers His rocking chair pendulums in the dusk His coffee cup’s half-empty, what’s left’s gone cold His newspaper’s folded and set aside - In the evening light he doesn’t see so well Mist rises from the neighbor’s new-mown field Shy rabbits nibble along the old fence row Grandchildren escape from supper into the yard Chasing lightning bugs while Grandfather smokes His rocking chair pendulums in the dusk And so helps stabilize the universe
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
Grandfather's Vespers
Grandfather’s Vespers His rocking chair pendulums in the dusk His coffee cup’s half-empty, what’s left’s gone cold His newspaper’s folded and set aside - In the evening light he doesn’t see so well Mist rises from the neighbor’s new-mown field Shy rabbits nibble along the old fence row Grandchildren escape from supper into the yard Chasing lightning bugs while Grandfather smokes His rocking chair pendulums in the dusk And so helps stabilize the universe
A response to The Butterfly Effect
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
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