We only get a glimpse
between branches
tree trunks,
shades of blue
or grey-brown
often shining gold
or back-lit by
setting dusk
a glimpse of hills
of distant
future
beyond who we are
and what we are doing.
A glimpse of me,
of you
beyond this room,
this life.
©1996 Sharron R. McMillan
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