Seemingly Tendency - Poem by David Floren
We talk of tendencies and seeminglys.
The likelihood of odds and chances.
All the thoughts, pains and dreams
That bud from sidelong glances.
We talk a long while of getting there,
Of starts, of journeys. Of dances.
All-encompassing warmth that gleams:
The sun of all things fair.
The sum of all things stares,
A watch that never wends.
Of ends and purpose, of happenstance,
We talk a long while.
To that end we talk
And dance. And smile.
[01-04-04 Santa Rosa, CA]
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