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Saturday, October 16, 2010

I am you

for my mom . 




Dusk: awake.
Green eyes (like mine): conscious.
Fighting through membraned curtains,
Reason steals her from Dream.
Groundhog tricks Hope,
calling Routine to its chores.

Day: reflect.
Pensive mind (like mine): flows.
Body- untrue to the self-
forgets the grace of its dance.
Needles stretch the crevasses of the past,
seconds move faster than forewarned.

Dawn: inhale.
Tall figure (like mine): tired.
Distant laughing innocence,
the offspring carry her soul.
Time falls through memory’s web.
Eternity discovers the owner’s heart. Serenity.

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