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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Changing Perspectives

 

 

 

My slouching steps

crest the hill

above the brown-still lake;

as steel-grey clouds

cut deep and

abruptly confront me

through drooping dirty pines.

 

I think to myself―

every man, like sky and water

has many shapes and color,

shifting always like weather;

accepting inescapable change.

 

Now, a resurgent wind;

I turn and see blue,

so blue it bends into night,

while below, a

deep shimmering current is

traveling with me

as lights turn off in the new sun-

and I walk on.

 

                           ―Mike Ambrose