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Today
is the beginning of the end of my life.
I
never saw it coming. Now that I see, now that it’s here, a question..
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***When you live where I live,where paisley walls stare you downbeside the blue rug floors that never shave,tattooed walls outside to walk besideand y..
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The
best man I never knew
was
my very own father;
maybe
that's how it is with everyone;
but
I doubt it.
The
world..
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The
beginning of the end of my life arrives,
and
I never saw it coming, but now
that
I see, and now
that
it's here, a q..
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I
am desperatelyhomesick for whom
I
used to be, unshackled from a world
I
want no part
untied
to spiritless ghosts of tomorrow waiting ..
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Morning
in the Nursing Home Hallway
White hair is thin like yarmulkes made of years;
weary
spirits, a haunted Greyhound station.
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The
Distinction of Being Alive
I
notice
a
tiny
red
ant
crawling
across
the
kitchen windowsill.
I
hear a branch scrape the window--
..
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***
Shortly
after bumpersaccidentally bump
comes
the blaring of bad-mannered horns,
a cacophony of freeway chaos:cars
stuck,
s..
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The water of the somber harbor lies silent.
and the wealth of resolute men,
men whose fiberglass egosfloat upside downin
swirls of m..
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PUBLISHED IN THE AWAKENING REVIEW SPRING ISSUE 2023
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