Sequestration

…. This is the month That my mother died.   The year fades fast To memory.   It must have been written In pencil somewhere,   On paper, And there set in stone;   And after awhile, It all erases.   ~ Befuddled, perplexed; At sevens and six;   Forwards, sideways, And backwards:   The […] Continue reading

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When We Were Three

. . Come now. Come and go with me. Together we’ll walk     round the red Maple trees. . Down past the block, we’ll walk and we’ll talk – Old Henry with you, and me will be three. . We can make believe as we used to be – three old amigos, back when […] Continue reading

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One Will Move Forward

…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time in the mind, is always together. Birds of one feather – a […] Continue reading

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