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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

( PRIVATE POEM )



Cally came with the Jasmine..

When my wounds had closed.

No warning
From the moving Earth

Just there with the need
To feed
Mine.

How kind the Fates
In concert are.

How soft is life.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

2 years



------- two years now ------

The bones must be
Nearly all that is left.


Perhaps some tough sinew still
Holding out
Holding on
Clinging to the dust -----

Waiting for me...



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