<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=us-ascii"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">In the Boboli</span></p><div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class=""><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class=""> </span><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">The summer has not yet arrived</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">and is already departing, time claims --</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">time that has seen everything, that turns</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">all history on its ruthless lathe. Time</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">has not bent down to the blades of grass</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">or touched its wrist to the fountain water.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">Watch a pigeon dancing, turning around</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">and around. Leaves in late spring</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">are still until they lift in the wind.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">Time might know the waste of autumn</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">as just one point in an inescapable now</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">when birth and destruction cannot be pried apart,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">but a sparrow comes to a piece of apple</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="line-height: 17.1200008392334px;" class="">and for this small bird, each taste of it is abundance.</span></p><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Kevin Pryne</div><div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class=""><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div></div></body></html>