[photo credit: Daughter]
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What we gain at
Sunset, and
Daybreak forget
Again --our
Shadow cast over
The curve of
Earth-- there
We perfect, in
Night when shadow
Is everywhere,
Our daily birth,
Our own light.
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I did not
Make the rain!
No sneering dowager.
No randy gardener.
No butler who
Never did it.
No old diseased
Colonel creeping
Round in the sun.
No mystery:
A leak and
Caulking gun
Suspended between
Heaven and earth.
No mystery,
Only me.