Was that you I saw
standing on a distant hill?
Canute like,
trying to stop the tide of night
from washing today
off the breaker-less beach
and into the long-shore drift
of yesterday.
Climb down
from your Godly perch,
walk with me a while
and stop to smell the flowers,
while you can.
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