Last But Not Least
Into ancient canyons
we raced
down desert
trails
and on into
the river
no time to
lose
as we
touch the
lights of
late October
Autumn - Child
you know the
score by now
Catch the
moment as it
flies by
it's propelled
by a fierce wind
and there
is no time to
waste
Last but not least
I must inform
you
that
joy
comes in the
morning
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2008
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