EXCERPTS...

Real love is never a nuisance

the only nuisance

is never embracing real love to term.

If I've never roared

it's only because

roaring is heard less and less with time

and far less

than soft spoken poets

The mustiness that belonged to summer nights

has retreated a little...

With those walks I have images

of recent celebrations

dancing before me like raindrops...

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The past becomes one peripheral issue

wrapped in a Robin's Egg Blue Tiffany's box

with a white bow...

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Yesterday morning over coffee, I sifted through a book I had written in the late 1990's. I've been revising it and it's hard work. It's very hard. But I leafed through it and carefully selected fragments I felt were appropriate to help me segue on this BLOG Page from writing about the end of a lovely person's life, to moving forward with dignity and grace. That effort became this post. It isn't anything great. But it was simply the best I could do.