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Poem – Woods
In the woods we take the worn path of hard dirt and decaying leaves following the recent activities of coyotes. Consistent and plentiful rain has filled in empty spaces with the silent guardians reaching to the morning sun.
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Poem – Mirror
The mirror is still and silent. The mirror has no voice. The mirror follows me neither of us has a choice. I watch myself watching me. The mirror reflects the sky reflecting the sea. Passing time has brought changes and distance the face grey with wrinkles this person makes less sense. How did I get…