Around Noon

Around noon,

Just before the horn

It became apparent

That many would be

Leaving,

Some would be

Returning,

And others would be

Bemoaning

The fact that they could do

Neither,

Stuck in their ruts

As they were.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “The Fourth Book” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

11:55 AM July 23, 2014

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