Speed of Light

Slanted rays of afternoon sun

Illuminate feathery plumage

Of autumn’s Miscanthus

Swaying in a gentle breeze.

Does light ever slow down

From its frantic race

To get somewhere on time,

Long enough to enjoy

The artwork

Of its bright brush strokes?

Tom Gillaspy, Fall, 2024

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