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Surrounded by faces I've known all my life, peppered in a few additions,
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Sparse leaves clinging to tree limbs.
Thick gray clouds hanging, day after day.
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Roses on envelopes, letters to be read alone...
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Pictures scattered atop the nightstand,
rich smiles,
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A warm summer nights breeze circled,
as I stood on the deck exchanging pleasantries,
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Harsh words,
from an adult child,
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When you think of me,
do you see my smile
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Sun is shining, yet,
lugubrious clouds block the healing rays
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Faced with choices,
an ever racing mind,
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Preserved for eternity,
in the framed glass capsules upon my wall,
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Locked where time stands still, days, dates without significance.
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Replicas of days past with
grace, elegance and culture.
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People scurrying at a steady pace, racing the same manufactured maze.
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"Rugs to Hook"
was the name of your book.
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Hundreds of fluttering soft butterfly wings,
inwardly trapped...
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Willowy dreams wither away,
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There is a vessel,
born in fairy tale notions,
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Tortured, deceived mind,
lapsing judgements, misplaced decisions.
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Boulders of indifference, cool in still waters as,
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Climbing up the long, twisting drive
stopping at the stark, steel tumbleweeds
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Saturday morning when I awoke,
stumbled out of my room to have a smoke.
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Dusty clouds of dry earth,
kick up with each tread along this
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Interrupted broken promises,
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A muse is a fickle creature,
playing peek-a-boo from many a place.
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Lieing on my stomach, pillows craddled, caught between sleep and wakefulness.
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Beneath my feet are images:
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The small babe, held lovingly,
on the back of a brightly painted pony.
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It's raining today,
I'm watching the raindrops fall,
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You sauntered into my world,
plucking my heart from my sleeve.
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A melody, flowing through my mind,
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