There seemed time—
like an endless ribbon
over hillocks stitched
with barbed wire and
split redwood, then
steel T-posts
through a sea of grass.
There seemed time
to get it all done—fix
the float, re-hang
the carried gate
and repay the favors
of neighbors and strangers—
to say the right things.
There seemed time
to visit the infirmed
waiting for sunset,
welcome the newborn
and guide the child
with love and truth—
there seemed time.
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