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metaphor for passion, rough work in progress
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a
late snow falling
on
tender spring time blossoms:
pink,
though come morn, black
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rengo
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counting
syllables,
measuring
meter, seeking
rhymes
obscure, arcane,
chasing
words through the forests,
mountains
and green meado..
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a little reflection on the insulting junk mail, invasive phone calls and other demeaning stuff that gets foisted on the public; a rengo
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It is amazing.
The years are like
smoke,
wispy clouds and
vapor trails.
I am older, yet I
do not always feel old.
I am more free, y..
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nothing like a
night
where the snow
is coming down
in white
swirls and great
fluffs of
snowflakes, nothing like
that deep
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Monterey, Alta California
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I
thought I could make
it all
happen. I thought I
could make
magic from
my
dreams. I thought I could spin
a cloth of
such brillia..
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lupus -- n.,
autoimmune disease, from the French, “like a ravening wolf”
Thirty years mark
our path together,
unwelcome signs
..
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