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20 07 2012

every moment
a story
the bird on the branch on the pillow on the couch
the glassware through the view of a cup half perfect, half fantasy
framed by memory traveling time escapades render rehearsal inconsequential
cat licking leg at the precise moment
twelve horses, statues, painted, posted yelled and reminded
we are here for
lightning cracks through a blinded window lights up the room through a squared frame at the
foot
of a
guest bed
time out of day
gone where
anyway
white on white just a glimmer of one sheen
enough color for a lifetime of
searching
seeking
to fin ally
find
allies all
ready
resting a life
a live
a ride
named for the
unarguable left turn
left in a
gold urn
lamented with laughter
neighborhood splendor
the age
trek

recomposed
presently
held the tone
benevolently
for the satisfaction of the
familiar
this is not a poem about itself

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