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I carved a path where once was none

let looming azure envelop me

refuge sought and taken there

and yearning peace,

I prayed ‘neath sunless mist

flew prickly o’er the trail

snaked ’round and down

where memories dead once buried me.

Patriot

USA
that’s what it said
(In red not blue)
and from either side
of its bill
the birds had fed

Quiet

They buried him this day

And tomorrow was in the past

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Pastime

At least he is one will know the dawn

Unlike hapless dreamers retire ere come the moon.

He serves up another helping of his baseball

While Jane slumbers, worn tested of the day.

Him solitary posts indifferent sentry to her dreams,

Restless, yearning, weighs was it her intended,

Or would the night stay longer if ’twas Mary first

He held ‘midst golden daisies bloomed in meadow’s lush?

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