(know that they loved you)
Our history closely
Mirrors the shape of our clay
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Sands of time, sands of home, and sands of love
Sing such lovely songs to my well traveled
Sandy toes tickled warm Caribbean
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The under-painting reveals a lightly
Misted late afternoon baby blue sky
Perhaps taking up the top seventh of
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Deeply
Squinting
Past his pitiable myopic sight
In a calling discovery
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Periwinkle dusk cradled in meringue-d moon -
Beams with tinged sun-drops each echoing its own
Crooning –love for day’s sweet end, far-flung skinny oaks
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The under-painting reveals a lightly
Misted late afternoon baby blue sky
Perhaps taking up the top seventh of
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Wispy calligraphy draws me into
The wintered blue that eyes and so lightly
Veils her shoulders in fine–twigged taupe lace
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Periwinkle dusk cradled in meringue-d moon -
Beams with tinged sun-drops each echoing its own
Crooning –love for day’s sweet end, far-flung skinny oaks
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“As Time Goes By”
Those Brits I have vision-ed
Constantly focus on
“Keeping Up Appearances”
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