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softer then cotton
warm as a hot cup of tea
cat purrs beside me
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palm trees standing tall
hammock swaying in the breeze
calm before the storm.
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December's harshness in the air
can never quite compare to the ice
inside your eyes-your stoic lack
of apathy.
So now your gone,
and what have you left me?
warm wine three quarters
left untouched;
a faded photo down the hall;
drab dishes stacked in
stained grey cabinets.
The oaken table left
unfinished beside a
bare and sterile wall.
Do not return again, my love;
. To many chilly days have been
absorbed into -to many frigid nights.
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warm breeze eventide
fireflies light pink roses
crickets sing a song.
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silent as a hush
tranquil as a summer star
death knows nothing now.
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winter snow so warm
In a dream-in a vision
Awake now-cold
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At times I am a dusty path
where soles of souls tramp over me.
Sometimes the helpless Lilly
bent backwards by a heavy breeze
that snaps the stem so easily.
But the times I am the tall majestic tree;
opalescent leaves full of fire;
then I am who I truly am-
my glory blazing brilliantly.
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There is a whisper through the wind
a sort of haunting
yet charming thing.
A quiet flutter
from an old oak tree
while cricket's
perfect rhythm
replenish the land
I sit by placidly
as if seized by a dream,
closing my eyes:
I wonder
and wonder
and wonder
but I'll never know
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Now is always now.
that now is now gone;
here comes a new now
(and so it goes.)
My Italian Aunt
once told me:
'"Allen, whatever you do,
don't grow old."
She was in her eighties then;
bad back, eyes gone dim,
kidneys in serious lack.
Like a withered tree
she shriveled up
and blew away.
I took her words to wisdom
always knowing that
it can't be done.
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a day so happy
hibiscus all around me
tears another day.
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