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Just

                Just A little girl just old enough to be Still in a pushchair reaches up and clings To father’s trousers pocket.  It’s just that she Wants reassurance.  Papa bends and sings A ditty, almost tuneless.  That’s enough. Along the way a little boy desires...

Abundance

           Abundance The gentleness of lips contemplating A kiss, or speaking, calls up fullness through The heart or thought.  The lips give due weighting To passion in the chest, in senses true To honesty, or mysteries unknown But felt.  The softness of the mouth...

Ontological Problem Solved

   Ontological Problem Solved We bless the darkness first, if we are true To life.  We come from darkness in the womb. We live in darkness half our lives.  The blue Stars in the sky above us speak of doom Because, like us, they spend their essence far Too fast.  In...

Liberties and a White Picket Fence

Liberties and a White Picket Fence “I wished we were in the quiet of my room. . . He was being my friend again, as no other being on earth had ever been, really, and I would do as he wished.  ‘You know you are the only one,’ I said suddenly, my own voice sounding...