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Worse For Wear (Poem)
it is enough for me, this life
one I’ve chosen again and again
now worn and fraying like a favorite shirt
threadbare in places with some holes
no longer a protection from chill or rain
a kindly reminder of advancing constraints
still serviceable for my brief season
nothing I’d offer to anyone else
a tattered beautiful thing
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Dew On The Grass (Poem)
mornings finally bring
a hint of relief to fields withered brown
worn to distress by heat and drought
unceasing demands of worrisome summer
come autumn, will there be respite
not just for lands to lie fallow
but also ourselves
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Sunrise Service (Poem)
will we rest at all
our surround urges us to run ever faster
in futile race after pyrite and gold
each will slip from skeletal grasp and return
a mineral added to the dirt, unheeding that we died
let us bow our heads and pray
