Some Things

Some Things short poem

some things are not like other things

late afternoon sun on snow
a color different from all other colors
intimation of warmth
sprinkled on the essence of its opposite
the fundamental substance of cold

my shadow pointing east
as I become a marker
and a part of that late afternoon sun

pointing to an ocean
close enough to walk to
close enough to be
always felt

the push and glide of cross country skis
animated by my physical meditations

a memory of standing on top of water
paddling out towards the horizon

evening

and returning home

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Bill Eberle

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b. October 29, 1945 B.A. Hamilton College 1967 married to Dagney C. Ernest board game designer, programmer, database designer and application developer, photographer, artist, poet, and free-style dancer
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