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Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

Forgive Me (GHUEY-BOY)

The Loving Art

OUTER SHELL

The Stars Go Out

Soothe (re-edited 1:40Pm 8/17/21 for clarity for me as a five year old)

No One--I Know Who I Am

At My Gnarled Feet 7/27/2021

Here, After?

Burning The Trees Into Ghosts

Only The Lonely.... (its not about what you may think...)

And The Next, And The Next..... (written directly to page, will return later for edits)

My Truth Is Out There (re-edited for clarity of thought and image later)

All My Friends Are Dead, It Seems....

The Better Poem

Crimson Crush (Re-edited and Mispellings Corrected 6/11/2021)

For Boiled Eggs and Mountains

The Last Shall be Trace-less 5/25/2021

Beware When The White Night Calls // re-edited 5/25/2020

The Thing You Move Out Of Your Way (writing exercise) 5/22/2021

BUYING LIES 5/22/2021

IN THE WILDERNESS CALLED YOU

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AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

the day is yet unbroken

the stars have not gone out

its nearly silent

a time of day

I like to be about

its as if I am the only one

in the world

and my company is the

ticking of the clock

and the humming in the power lines

its august

later in the year

but I feel effortless and promising

a softer stillness inside me stirs

a zephyr brushes against the back of my neck

and lifts my hair

the kiss of the wind makes me

glad to be awake

I write my name in the air

this time so mine

it feels good to feel less pain

I'm so glad to be awake

and then to hear

the first trill and chatter

the persistent chitterings of life

of just the natural world

and then I turn on the radio

and the world intrudes

Elvis Presley is dead.

LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11/3/2021 7:32AM PST
TIME/DATE STAMPED...AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR
MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
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