Time is the illusion
that carries us along
as we watch the sun
slanting between the clouds,
while sitting on the deck
drinking hot coffee
from our favorite mugs,
and sharing excerpts
from the books we're reading,
while I'm thinking about how
I should end this poem.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
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