Trinity

The old man sat,
rocking a mite more slowly
than the rhythm of the little boy and his dog,
lost inside a barn dancing, tail chasing
back yard daydream.
But way down deep he joined them,
a willing third in their joyful two step.
And the light from the old man’s eyes
kept the sun from going down,
an endless twilight curtain call.

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