A slow sunset over the parking lot,
An angel hovers as the sky slowly
Slides into darkness she stirs a warm pot
Of stew while contemplating a holy
Psalm an owl speaks to the rising full moon
Near the bright disk of Saturn a comet
Sails past the window of the living room
Of the small, old wooden house, a tight fit
For all the possessions of a lifetime;
Reminders of friends, tokens of lovers,
Afternoons spent in radiant sunshine,
So many faces of so many others --
In the bright darkness of all of our dreams
We recall that the world's more than it seems.
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