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a lesson to teach, a lesson to learn

fumbling in the dark
for words
collections of letters
in vain groupings

they keep me company
or so I pretend

my circle is getting
the friendships
failing and falling away
like dead leaves

like grief
we are
they are
out of season

I have tripped on and
they are somewhere
in the ether of memory

we will grow faint
I hope
I wish
to loose the memory
of some of them

there are words lingering out there
somewhere in the fog
words that speak to me
certain things in life
are lessons

I am sick to death of lessons
and of those people who
think they have something for me

a primer lesson
to teach

ah, is that what it is

have I not yet learned
well enough

maybe not yet.

Copyright November 7, 2013
Melissa A Howells
Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World

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