Fresh breezes usher in a new week,
Cleansing the atmosphere of the last;
Inhale; exhale; the sky welcomes our breath
The sun graces us for the first time in a week,
And the wind whispers a promised rest;
Even the flagpole mimics a gentle chime;
We find solitary spots
and embrace
the pause
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One kind acquaintance
Wearing a red ribbon
Sitting alone on the chapel steps
Blows bubbles
They drift carefree away
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I want to lay
Beneath the bare sky
And drink in every precious moment
But a stark white page
Pleads for my gaze
GEM Anscombe
Tells me why Hume was wrong
I listen
Unwillingly
It’s the Sabbath;
Can Anscombe wait?