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Lazarus Walk

Boots in the closet; I wait for them to walk so I can follow. Wallet in my drawer; he needs his license, money, not a lot, t-shirt, pair of pants, running shoes, his watch, binoculars, field guide, floppy hat. I won’t forget. I’m ready, boots; lead me; it’s not too late; it’s not. ©Kathryn Collins June 14, 2007

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Date: 1/19/2013 4:07:00 PM
Kathy This poem holds so much ever hope in it...and so in your Boots I trust :) May our boots always lead us well. GREAT hope giving write. How the soul needs to have little whispers of "it is not too late" no matter how illogical hope sometimes seems Love to you Ingrid
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Date: 11/21/2012 9:28:00 PM
Kathryn,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*
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Date: 10/20/2012 7:54:00 PM
The perfect title for this somber little piece. '...it's not too late; it's not.' masterful! Love, Keith
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Date: 10/14/2012 7:02:00 PM
Neat way to be ready togo. Sounds like a great trip!
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Date: 10/11/2012 2:51:00 PM
Desperation?... Good poem... Terry
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Date: 10/11/2012 10:00:00 AM
So original. This paints a vivid domestic picture. Love, Dave
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