~
if i put each of these days
end to end
how many times around the world
would they go?
~
no matter what
yes
the only choice
~
living in the peace
so many would die for
i walk the dogs
old growth
cross clear brooks
splash for drinks
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sometimes this sense of failure
is all I’ll ever be
sometimes that loneliness
is all I’ll ever see
~
it’s the price for being true
it’s the cost of no surrender
the double helixed blessing
of being me
~
maybe tomorrow
the courage will come
all that ever was –
undone
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Come on, PD, life can be most pleasant, even in your part of the world. Of course, there is something about rain which affects our sensibilities. When you have the time,refer to Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “What Lips…” and note the effect of rain on the soul of the speaker. Best to all and God bless. e/s
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