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To Begin Again

From silver to gold, the years marched along As language emboldened its words into song The grey of my twilight a welcome relief All reasoned excuses another’s belief As the winds through the canyon blow the valley to sand This ending now welcome —beginning again (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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