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OFTEN I'VE WONDERED AS I LISTENED TO TRAINS



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No Broom Could Chase Me.

Self-Improvementizing....(yes, I made up a new word)

Big Is No Little Adjective. (revised)

YOU DO NOT GROW OLD

Taking Up Alley Living

Out On The Street

I Came From Water

Every One of Us Has a Door....

21st Century Proverbs...more will be added, you wait and read...

The House Is Alive

THEY NAMED ME ENOUGH

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I Came From Water


If I am the sum
of those I came from in my past
where did I begin
and how much longer
will I recycle
until I join the stars
at last

I think I have a clue
I came from
water

whenever it rains
I smell the air
and feel cleansed
whenever I spy the ocean
or a lake
I'm distracted and
beckoned

I think I might have had gills or fins
or maybe breathed under water
I could have been Poseidon's
prodigal daughter
or a long-ago denizen
of some far-lost island

I prefer pearls to gems
I'm mesmerized
by waves that coax and swell
turquoise and blue-purples and greens
are colors which please me above
all others

floating is effortless
I'm as buoyant as
a boat that never founders

I focus in on
the hush-crashing sounds of waves
as if they were my internal compass

combing the shifting shoreline
for driftwood, shells, polished sea-glass
and sun stones
is an un-ending preoccupation
of soulful solace

in the evening
as I sift off to dreams
where the sands from beaches
are counted
instead of sheep
the sea sends me to bed
as she rocks the land in my head--
so satisfied I slip my moorings
and my ship's sails set off to sleep....


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