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To Whom do you point?
Branches taper upward in
Pyramids of faith.
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Now El Paso, now Dayton, now..prayers.🙏
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Seashells, seaweeds and breeze,
Smoothed quartz rocks and pink burned knees,
Let’s stay, can’t we please?
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Galilee, R.I.
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White widow’s walk waits,
While ancient sailors return,
From veiled Atlantic.
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Chambers, self-propelled,
Infinity in the sea,
Moves through tides, through time.
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Like a butterfly,
She touches lives and changes
Them with brightest wings.
My wildflower friend,
Exudes beauty as she grows,
Sun is where she g..
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Gentle mid-day mountain sun,
Warms me,
Never minding that I am not young,
And have travelled hard roads.
Lights me,
Never minding that I am no l..
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Not a poem
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Aerial ballet,
Allegro avian wings a-flutter,
Humming an accompaniment
For tiny body suspended in tremolo,
Sipping sweet sugar solution
From flow..
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