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A Poem by Vol
April opens my windows
to this soft breeze through
new leaves. Oh! There we
are in a bright haze and nothing
has changed.
The flame you used..
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A Poem by Vol
Moses
and Hammurabi told us
how
to live. The Bible, the Upanishads,
Buddha,
and the others opened windows
to
God, so we could see past ou..
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A Poem by Vol
I had never heard of the "Tail of the Dragon" the first time I left Gatlinburg for Cherokee, North Carolina, thought I'd discovered heaven.
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A Poem by Vol
Debbie was a looker, too...
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A Poem by Vol
I've wrestled with this one for almost 20 years... it came from the phrase that is the title.... something one of my students said in passing, and wit..
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A Poem by Vol
I referenced this event earlier...
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A Poem by Vol
What
really happened
to
Robin Hood,
the
hero of my youth?
He
left,
my
innocence
hanging
from his fist,
dragging
on the f..
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A Poem by Vol
Because we have no idea
when it ends; we fly merrily
from Birch to Oak to
Persimmon...
Because we have no idea
of the fly perched on..
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A Poem by Vol
It is the eighteenth of Juneand
it is hot as soup.I’m
smoking a cigaretteat
the bar and nobody I knowis
here. That Blues chick
is
setti..
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A Poem by Vol
“The
night is falling
and
it is a long way down,”
you
said, and sipped your
Merlot.
Caught me by
surprise
on my side of
..
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