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Along the Far Horizon
Don Hynes
Along the Far Horizon
The morning sky barely lifts
the leaden mass of dense cloud
as we sit in darkness
feeling the ground move beneath us
praying Earth will find the balance
we’ve upset with hard unbending rails
and mills that grind smoke through the night.
We’re unsure of time
but rise with a sense of fate
our connection, our hope
with what begins to glow
along the far horizon.
Don Hynes