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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Linda Conroy


 

Calling

It isn't just the ambiance
that pulls my aspirations to the edge of town,
that slides the buildings' dark geometry from me
and holds rituals of summer from hurrying
away beneath a drifting bank of cloud.

It is the tempting of a life beyond this ground,
the slanting plane of shadow on the hill
that keep me from the downside of this ordinary time.

It is the hour of retreat, listening to the rhythm
of ancestors' feet, the shiver of the vein of hope
that holds me here, alive.