Baby boomers
Her hand is pulling down her skirt
There's breeze, she's concerned
...
Birds are books
I have a collection
Library is endless
Read them I, day and night
...
Each passage sends message.
Each passage sends message
'Do you recall...? '
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Everything is perfect
For spring, not summer
All grey, no sky
...
From there to here
Let us wear uniforms
As we did, officers
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A bridge is like me
Hand stretched, new grip
Feet still in old pit
Mind, body devoted
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Like infant and mom's breast
Like toddler, bottle, nipple
I cry and cry for our pond
Little pond, playground
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On the floor
At table
All alone
With others
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