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Standing in the Backyard of Childhood
The dirt. The stars. Nearing midnight in late summer. A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was. Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there. Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.
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Poem – Are They Watching?
From that white pinpoint in the evening sky – I wonder what they are thinking, and I wonder are they watching? Our future plans take humanity further from earth searching for aliens and distant planets, a search for another home, perhaps, or are we looking for ourselves? In the endless pursuit beyond here, are they…
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Poem – Wonder
Steeped in the still black waters I see the white petals fall from the empty sky and I wonder with amazement, where do they come from? On my knees I pray not to a named deity but to the infinite canvas filled with stars and planets and know there must be a reason and wonder…