A manmade thing -
Spilled patches of grease
On brittle steel gray,
Spanning outward and upward;
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Would that I were there that day
Along the Dolorosa Way...
To see Him as He chose the cross...
To weep at overwhelming loss...
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A sentry line of trees
Greets me every morning
Across my wooden deck...
Variegated perennials:
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