The Poetry of Jane Tyson Clement

 

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At what instant does the summer change?

What subtle chemistry of air

and sunlight on the clean and windsmooth sand?

The small birds at the water's edge -

yesterday they were not there.

So suddenly the magic door is shut,

the trio suddenly is done,

the clasped hands inexplicably apart;

however dear, however bright,

the road we traveled on is gone.

Copyright Jane Tyson Clement

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