Got up on a cool morning. Leaned out a window.
No cloud, no wind. Air that flowers held
for awhile. Some dove somewhere.
Been on probation most of my life. And
the rest of my life been condemned. So these moments
count for a lot--peace, you know.
Let the bucket of memory down into the well,
bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one
stirring, no plans. Just being there.
This is what the whole thing is about.
Just Thinking
William Stafford
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Poem topics: cloud, memory, peace, wind, morning, bring, dove, window, life, I love you, I miss you, cool, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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