"Where shall the weary rest? When shall the lonely of heart come home? What doors are open for the wanderer? And which of us shall find his father, know his face, and in what place, and in what time, and in what land? " -Thomas Wolfe, from "Of Time and the River"
It took a while to find
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Took the sins of the Corporation
Upon her shoulders
The indignity of her firing
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Heard it on the news, several hours distance
The tornado touched down.
Blew away the pond in the park.
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Ladybug linger
Good fortune bring the wand'rer
A flow'r blooms for you
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The tree frog
sits
on a green leafy branch
and stares at me with bright orange persimmon eyes
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Logs listen
To the stories we tell
Around the fire
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Sweet and tender
Delicate prince
Noble Hamlet by treachery slain.
And Romeo lies in a darkened tomb
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Have you ever won the lottery?
Neither have I
But then, what are the chances?
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Tiny heart beat new
cradled in awkward tenderness
learning one-to-one
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Palomino hooves
fly across the barren plain
warrior's heart unbridled
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