Enduring at the Summit

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We were driving in the Wisconsin countryside, along a narrow, winding road that clung to a hillside. At a sudden turn we found ourselves perched at the summit of the hill, and to the left, hundreds of yards below lay a vast plain that extended to the horizon.
Bet slowed the car to a stop on the narrow berm where some wild roses reached for the sky. We sat there together in silence as heavy clouds scuttled along, the sunlight blinking off and on. How long we were there is lost in the mist of reflection; eventually we headed toward home, having spend the day at the Mississippi with eagles.

Enduring at the Summit

Love simultaneously extends it arms
and snuggles close.
Like a garden, love needs cultivation.

The sweet infinity of this
eternal rose unfurls its blossom,
unknowable as time
at a singularity.

Enduring at its summit
until light's last ember,
love, like Life, follows its own way.

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Copyright 2001, Gary Kline 458

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.	We were driving in the Wisconsin countryside, along a narrow, winding road that clung to a hillside. At a sudden turn we found ourselves perched at the summit of the hill, and to the left, hundreds of yards below lay a vast plain that extended to the horizon. Bet slowed the car to a stop on the narrow berm where some wild roses reached for the sky. We sat there together in silence as heavy clouds scuttled along, the sunlight blinking off and on. How long we were there is lost in the mist of reflection; eventually we headed toward home, having spend the day at the Mississippi with eagles. Enduring at the Summit Love simultaneously extends it arms and snuggles close. Like a garden, love needs cultivation. The sweet infinity of this eternal rose unfurls its blossom, unknowable as time at a singularity. Enduring at its summit until light's last ember, love, like Life, follows its own way.	.