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The Broken-Winged Birds and People (re-edited 4/5/2323 3:03PM PST) (re-edited 11:14am PST 2/23/2023)

The Hell Of Winter (re-edited 4:27pm PST 3/9/2023)

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HERE WE SIT AT OUR TABLE 2/19/2022

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Talk To Me In The Dark 7/8/2022

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HERE WE SIT AT OUR  TABLE 2/19/2022


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you sat in the blue Naugahyde MCM chair
across the kitchen table
wearing your electric boogaloo
expression

I couldn't believe it was you
how your molecules had arranged and then re-arranged themselves
I'd thought about you so often that I'd changed
the expression on your face
nearly a thousand times
with anticipation

being apart does make the heart
grow weary with madness

was I then your mirage of hope or relief
your Florence Nightingale cooing
a Helen of Troy running from the burning horse
a Chimera of all that you'd been dreaming

who will save who
or is it real
or lost in some far-flung imagining

here I sit naked, cold and shivering
with disbelief
or is it simply daring Joy to show her face

are you real, substantial
or if I reached out
would you dissipate
your solid chair collapsing into the floor

or would your collective molecules
gather forward
so all it once I could breathe you in
and you would be made substantial

when, when, when?


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN MARCH 1998
AND RE-WRITTEN TODAY INTO A NEWER FORM 2/19/2022 12:29PM TIME AND DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY REGISTERED AND COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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