What draws us back to our childhood when we
Have been assured that we cannot return?
Yet, by some force, it pulled me constantly,
Much like the spawning fish which swim and churn
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While browsing through an old bookstore,
I found a worn and tattered manuscript of verse.
Inscribed upon the flyleaf:
'Somewhere on the wagon trail,1872.'
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There is no measurement for the depth of grief
That one endures to watch the decline
Of a loved one, watching her slip into
That quicksand of dementia.
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Considered once a creative man, whose mind
Was charged with life and learning, now at 86,
He sits and looks away in fleeting recollection.
Each day, like a dark shade of mildew,
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Oh, Ninip, god of gods, great hero, chief
And forceful Lord, a god who gives relief,
To those who serve him, from his wrath and ire.
A king in mighty battle who breaths fire
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A drunk, pale and grave,
Sat on the curb,
Destitute and homeless,
Destined for self-destruction.
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Eight long years my spirit has been flamed
To understand, to know. I've blamed
The gods, whatever they may be, for such
Demands upon my time. I asked they touch
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I wonder if a front fence gate reveals
The attitude of he who dwells therein,
Or is it just a pretense that conceals
The inner truth of tendency within?
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Its leafy splendor
Spreads, cathedral-like, its dome.
I sit in worship,
Steeped in the Spirit of One,
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Chelsea and Ashley Who Live in New York
From horizon to horizon, across the vast opaque of our lives,
Two living meteorites have ignited our life with the flame of affection.
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