Trees grow thick leaves that spread out

making July afternoon shade, 

then turn brown and fall at our feet 

 

The river flows under our bridges, 

a noisy current in the Spring,

soft murmur in late Summer

 

Our night sky also changes, 

clouds thick or thin,  moon bright or hidden

yet stars are always there,  untouchable

 

Dull smudges of light between clouds in summer, 

after a rain

 

crystals that sparkle brightest on clear winter nights

air so thin we can hear planes above our heads

trains from miles away

 

coming close, fading out

as they head out of town  

their exits routine;  unwitnessed 

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