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| | | | | I am a passenger on the road of life and I travel in the backseat where my input is not asked for, nor appreciated. I ride along. I am a passenger on the road of life, and if you ask me the direction in which I am travelling, at best I can only speculate; the... | |
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| | | | | What light is thisilluminates the midnight clouds?I have risen from my bedlured by this oddnessSuspecting menace, but finding only wonder How the walnut radiatesher presence conspiratorial Pine tree and brushsurely giggle at my confusion The yard, a marvel in whiteglows in the unexpected brightness I sense, but cannot surmise a message in this nocturnal glow... | |
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| | | | | Big band galasSeaside dancehallsSwing dancingMen in uniformMemory-soakeddaydreams likeshots of adrenalinearthritic fingers tapto a distant tune. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.Image my own) | |
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| | | First frost we are plotting -elaborate schemes to escapewinter's unforgiving chill. Palm trees and blue waters,the flight of parading pelicans -such allure for aging Northerners. Years past, we have travelled far -Europe, Scandinavia, and Mediterranean -this season, Texas has captured our hearts. (For Lens-Artists challenge: my travels.) | ||
