Anachronism

thoughts on not fitting in with this contemporary world

The anachronism of her life is apparent
in the fullness of living she brings
to watercolour days of pastel, soft-edged beauty
that melt into vivid star-filled nights
aburst with multilevel promises
visible in the deep night sky.

And yet, again, the pale light brings
a herald of another day about to open on
a scene sadly out of place in this time.
She is most alive out of its reach,
As buzzing tree-trimmers, leaf blowers,
and engine sounds, smother life's gentle melody.



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