John Timmons – December 12th, 2014
For a man is a moment
like rain on a mid-summer day
a white blinding Nor’easter
the paintbrush of autumn
and burst buds of
the spring lilac tree
Or a man is a moment
like the flash of volcano
washing waves of flood waters
shaping hands of a dust storm
the tornado sweeping
the land
Some few moments endure
some few men live forever
known by their art on film
and on paper and
the touch of their hand
on your heart
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