Once, long ago at about age six
I took off following some old tracks
deep into the sand dunes along Lake Michigan
for the better part of a day;
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Attracted by the glow
Strangers come and go,
Holding momentarily the warmth, never really knowing,
They, have kept the fire going.
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From where come the waves
That beg and foam,
Call and plead
Rolling on never alone -
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Bumblebee in the bush
What be your fondest wish?
A sweet delicate flower,
Or maybe a gentle summer shower -
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The window of my soul opened,
And out flew my poem -
It was a wild thing
I'd foolishly tried to cage -
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Does anyone know the reason?
Has anyone deciphered the great-rhyme?
Who will stand beside me
When it comes my time for dying?
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Looking out over the shimmering desert
Through the sun burnt mirage
I wonder if I shall see you appear,
Walking to me -
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Maybe it'll never come
And maybe the want of it
Will never go.
Perhaps it will always just be
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An early evening summer breeze
Gently glides over my bare skin,
And suddenly without warning
I am utterly aware that everything touches everything
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- ' The True man has nowhere to lay his head '
Over fifty,
Finally understanding and embracing
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