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On the end tableYou smile stillIn your photo, from long agoYou couldn’t knowOn the end tableYou still look outIn your world, with noDoubt of man..
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Historical FictionJanuary, 1949 in Glendale, California. It is snowing. Agnes looks out the window of the house she is living in to her front yard. Th..
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The sound of the seaIs soft around the silentSinging and sighingThem to sleepWhile life goes onKites and cloudsOverhead the livingPursue their dreamsT..
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We are all stories in the endWhen we are names onStone in eventuality, buried inIn a misty cemeteryLife goes so fast it’sAll memory, one momentV..
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Written 2012The sunset falls throughStained glass windows ofA mausoleum in MayI’m here with you todayAt the end of the dayThe sunset goes paleWi..
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I wonder about your lifeWhat might have happenedHad you not died so soonIn long ago autumnWhen the leaves were fallingI wonder about your deathWhat wa..
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Written Autumn, 2011- based on a picture of a young woman by a cemetery by the sea in Puerto Rico, a photo taken by someone I knewShadows on the landS..
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The happiest place on earthIs by the crash of the wavesNear the sea lavender, turquoise,And blue in every hue, all aroundThe happiest place on earthIs..
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November Morning, Mountain View, Oakland, CaliforniaSleeping in quietAnd in peace underThe palm trees thatStir in the breezeSleeping in morningAre the..
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Blonde hair andLaughing eyesYou had it all, you were it allYour death was a surpriseRemote and farawayThat’s what you areThey say, staring atUs ..
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