LYNX– XV: 2  June 2000 

autumn rain 
at each window i stand 
considering my life-
the overflow of feelings 
and possibilities 

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if you pulled up 
out front to visit
what could i show you
of my life
plainly as it is …

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the rise and fall 
of the cicada’s song,
my own heart
quietly recording
what it can

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in the midst 
of the children’s raucous play 
i notice my son a moment
staring as if aware of something
fleeting past 

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no longer me
it proves a mystery who it is
i’ve become,
walking around this house
with my family there inside

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at sleep’s border 
the encounter is brief,
yet oh so magical and soft
caught where this life
 merges into there…