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Back Streets (Poem)
done with the weariness of it all
overbearing traffic, busy shops
too many cars and the heaviness of trucks
no longer trying to contain chaos
within their narrow lanes
resting in time’s change
home now to mundane businesses
and the occasional solitary walker
who finds solace in abandoned dreams
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When We Sleep Fitfully
lost in dreams
bridges lose their moorings
chitter through barren scapes
manufactored arthropods seeking
their remembered Paleozoic glory
roads untether from the earth
slither over desolate terrain
hardened serpentes with hidden fangs
their venom’s effect unknown
if you awaken to glimpse
this inexorable journey in the dark
close your eyes and turn away
let it rest among the debris
on the floor of your night
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There Was No Child (Poem)
only a shadow cast upon the wall
faint shoe prints on the stairs
a smear from fingers upon the jar
laughter from games that never happened
the scent of dinners never cooked
warmth from arms never clasped
but in the window glimpses remain forever
of that constant playful grin
