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| jo'b |
On the cabin porch in the leaf fall,
still and quiet, so quiet
you hear the last leaf touch down,
so still you imagine you feel
the speed of the planet
as it whips around the sun,
the whole spinning system
hurtling through infinite night,
and to think you come here
because you love to sit on the porch,
just you and the dog, dozing off
as if nothing were happening.
