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Another Year
It’s another year
And with spring
The automatic sprinklers
Once again run like clockwork
Mesmerizing in the morning
Making me feel like an inmate
In an insane asylum
Or old folks home
Bound to view the world
Through the screen
Of a window or TV
Bound within while
Merging without a world
Of vibrant greens
The hypnotic pulse
Of watered lawns
A metronome
To ground my mind
Within the illusion
Of time
(4/30/25)
Copyright ©
James Moore
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