What Ought To Be
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Barry Middleton
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When thought turns
to what ought to be,
I do not think of war,
I do not think of peace,
or of love, or tedium.
When thought finally
gets down to things
that really matter,
I think of the day
in quiet meditation.
The morning sun
casts a golden light;
there is a blue sky.
A light winter breeze
postpones the night.
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