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Not Someone's Grand Illusion

Wisdom of the Infinite

If Prejudice Were Dumb And Could Not Speak

The Differences

The Springtime Shadows Play Games Upon The Wall



A Little Bit of Harlem in Your Life

The Voice Lost In the Wires

Home, Ghuey, Sweet Home

All Beings Considered

After Wide Sargasso Sea

Great Big Waterproof World

The Storm

I Turn Forward

Patch-Worked Trilogy

And Then It Wasn't Hard To Be Eight Years Old

Prairie Town Progress

Beyond Door Number Three

Great Spirit

Elise, Elise

The Make-Up of Molecules

Someone Send Out A Search Party

Make (of) Me A Snow Angel

Threading Myself Through The River Called Night

Not For The Bloom of Tears Cultivated These Last 100 Years

The Dreaming Life ( A Series Of Dream Vignettes)

Dragons

HOW

EVENTUALLY...

THERE WILL BE MORE ...

At Night I Dream of Vampires Who Have No Bad Intentions

morning thoughts (begin again)

Human History is Pockmarked With Tragedy

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A Circle

Its very odd,
Watching you
From the other side of the street.
I'm waiting,
Knowing you will be going your way,
As I will go my own.
I keep looking there,
At you, this person I know.
I think about Math, the continuing
Lines of Geometry and the rhythms in Algebra-
So much that I have forgotten
So long ago.
I think:
Your line
Continues on. It forms
A circle like mine.
Where did we meet?
Somewhere, here, in the middle.


Copyright Written 2007 All Rights Reserved By the Author
Melissa A Howells   Meloo of Tilt-a-World







A Circle


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