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Living in the Foreground
There are those who scan a distant horizon And strive Dream-driven for what lies beyond- A wide world curving, Infinite seas, Always out of reach. But I- I love a closer world Of rounded rocks jumbled underfoot; Stumbling, I limp along, Bruised in my delight, Pausing again and again, To stoop close And marvel at another jeweled obstacle, Flaws dancing across shining surfaces Or smiling with crystal teeth When the stone breaks; I am captivated Here, Now. The same diamond grains that grind the stones Drag me down In shifting sands that Chafe and cling close; I leave my dreams behind me, Erased by every wave. 3rd place in Thought Publishers Inc. 9-09
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