In the Moment

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I haven’t even looked for the words, no desire to see them plop down on the page,

heavy like an elephant sitting on a cedar branch;

I have been living, silly me listening to the sounds of the air

Moving thru the leaves of spring branches;

Some unneed for the written; beyond me.

I am, for once, untorn between reality and fantasy;

I am… in the moment and the moments are good.

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