It Is Enough
It is enough to walk among the firewheels
even if for a few minutes. It is enough
to breath the springtime air and let time stop.
It is enough to walk up the hill to the stop
sign. It is enough to feel the sun that firewheels
across the sky. Is it enough to say enough?
It is enough to savor cool water, enough
to lean against the wind imagining it will stop.
It is enough for bees to navigate the firewheels.
The firewheels are enough to make time stop.
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PAD 2014 #25: Last Straw | NaPoWriMo #25: Anaphora
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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