Fading Light

…. The grass shone green   and long and lean, the sunshine   made us still strong.   Each day seemed best,   one followed the rest: The light in Austin   was long.   Even the winter   the weather was warm, November   was not an exception.   The weather as such,   […] Continue reading

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1967 Ghazal

I was born free, and easy, gentle on my mind. nineteen sixty seven was a different time.   now, nothing is left, but to simply exist. being one from some time, I incorporate this.   strange, how a culture can shock to the core. itself is itself, of itself, it endures.   time slips away […] Continue reading

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