a poet leaves not much behind
just memories and verse
and memories fade into the past
for better or for worse
...
Love grows as love goes
like polliwogs to frogs,
whose wiggliness no longer shows
in leaping out from logs.
...
how young he was
to claim these lines
it took me a lifetime
to nearly understand
...
darkness filters into light
sunrise brings no vision
diamonds are charred and burnt
sallow memory weeps
...
I grew up in the shadows
the sun hidden behind a cloud
darkness spread over the south
like a river flood
...
wanderer of blue eyes
and silver seeking hair
following a white moth
you will not wonder long
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Please God, can you just put me through?
I'd like to talk to Mom.
I know she's up there somewhere near.
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I spied the Grim Reaper
right behind my tree
I saw him
...
she placed the rose carefully
into an onyx vase
a sprig of fern and greenery
...
I am cursed like Sisyphus
my deceits were minor
and yet the gods conspired
to create my endless burden
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