he summers here in
whispered springtime worship
behind a forest
misted like the wind
--asks: when will these
delirious purple moments
recall the smooth and languid
sleep of sin?
and singing sweet
of luscious places shadowed,
of dreaming under
sordid bitter moons;
bare petall'd power
floods the diamond winter
and death is yet a beauty--
all too soon.
NsB 02-09-02
"dandelion"
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anxious
A few poems....(1) From the refrigerator door.
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Sauntered in at 0730 with the intention of meeting fellowship director, who gives a lie to the old-dogs-new-tricks mantra, for a little chat about…
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Sometimes, it's not so much fun.
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Business for the chaplains...
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