Beyond the Window
Looking from the humble cabin
An old man glances out to observe
The meadow lays even at the edges
Flat by the deep waterway incognito
Shades of green seldom seen emerge
Subtle multicolored to be exact
Though there appears to be more
Much more to the story to be told
At last, the rain falls then ends
Along with the last drop of coffee
Finished as the porcelain cup rim
Reaches the lips with thin fragility
Warm and friendly to the touch
A spoon falls to the floor unattended
Never reaches its destination
Never landing
As expected, there can be no rest
While the thing is suspended
A beginning without ending
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