MY, HOW EVERY NOW AND THEN AGAIN,

EACH THINKS OF WHAT COULD AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN.

CATCHING OUR BREATH, WE PAUSE O’ER PRECIPICES TO PONDER

HOW FLOWERS GROW WITH STONES IN WANTS OF WONDER,

HOW DEWS, STORMS, AND SUNS SHINING THROUGH

PRIME HARVEST’S TO TIME ANY SUCH A ME WITH SUCH A YOU.

MY, HOW WE BOUNCE OUR BASKET OF CATCH AS CATCH CAN,

BOUQUET OUR HOPES AND DREAMS – VASED AS A LIVING PLAN

WITH IT’S EVERY NOW AND THEN AGAIN

OF WHAT DID ITS COULD PAST SHOULD’ST HAVE BEEN

AS EAGLED-TIME FLIGHTS ITS WHEREFORES THROUGH THE WHEN

MIXED WITH THE WAS THAT WAS — NEVER TO FLY AGAIN.

WATCH HOW OUR JOURNEY TREKS THE TRAIL OF THE EVER-YET;

GRASPS HASN’T-BEENS BEFORE SOME AFTER’S LAST SUN’S TO SET.

*Virgil’s Hope to USA’s Currency –“favor our undertakings — new order of the ages”

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