Just Another Day In The Upstate . .

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A beautiful day in the upstate, and I sit in an old rocker.

Front porch worship of an ancient spirit

Courts open, and fall, like an old friend, easing in

Comes in to give witness to the passing of time

There is a wisdom and an evil about time, as it passes

Gives no quarter and offers no regard, casting its shadows on my soul

In part, I push back, ambiguous, not really trying

I smell the death, down near the creek, a life process

Sometimes...