Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

The day wears down
The light is fading
The afternoon
A hazy thought
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Kindness did not enter
Linen damask silver rooms
Men and women dressed in silk
Never noticed
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We wandered down a narrow lane
My friends and I that day
Just having lunched in a small bar
That time had worn and frayed
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There is a land called Highlands
Where cattle, citrus thrive
White orange blossoms languish
In rolling hills alive
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They say you can't go home again
I say that they are wrong
How often do I spend my hours
In childhood's sunny fields?
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A temp's a gal who gets no ire
She's only there on two weeks' hire
Not like the perms who hold their jobs
Like cougars clenching meat in jaws
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She wears a smile, much like her shawl
A buffer from cold drafts
From people, weather's vagaries
Afloat on life's frail raft
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It happened many years ago
A team went up to scale
And challenge a forbidden peak
That made all others pale
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I hadn't gone that way for years
There was no reason to
The place we found our shelter then
Demolished, built anew
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You floated down and touched us
Your graceful fingers held
A dove with wings of pureness
By love and light propelled
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