But Once
we look but do not see
what comes but once
in its time then gone
as we move and assume
it will come again
next time round
only to miss what
cannot be if time and
place are not one again
when wonder unfolds in
subtle glimpse of first light
as if all changed in the night
forsythia budded blossomed
and flowered luminous
before my eyes but I
was blind to see
deaf to hear what
came and was so near
ignorant to know
the miracle of awe
before its time had gone
in days of haste
that held little interest
or surprise of what
should have been seen
and remembered before
its hour has passed
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