when it came to her, many options were open to me: none of which involved not caring on my part
Tag: Memories
“don’t ever forget…”
"don't ever forget," she told me as the light faded from her eyes, leaving only white hollowness
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past the gate
past the gate we walked in loving poverty riches of the heart stay longer and taste much sweeter
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Farm Visit Morning, Age 10
The morning was heavy with mist and dew But the sun was hot and the light burned through And I was just ten, with little to do But explore the surrounding farmland. By brother and I at long last stood By a single tree near a teeming wood Where the sounds were full and the message good For those who would understand That the mist and the sun and the trees and the grass Are there to remind of us that what doesn't last Just comes back different, once time has past, And we still take in the unplanned
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A House of Memories
The mind's a house of memories That's shaped before we know The subtle warping influence That circumstance bestows And that we think of now, as truth. But this is our great weakness: That our partial perspective comes To seem, to us, Completeness
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the crying sun
the crying sun attacked our skin from morning through the afternoon; we walked around the open town -- the year, and us, were both at June -- and heat was more inside than out. we laughed, we loved, and then we burned from both exposure to the sun and love we took in, unconcerned, as we were wont to do, back then. for we contemned such weather when there were days and nights to fit our young bodies together
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walking the edge
the day came i no longer walked upon the rocks or near the edge for fear of what might happen i now warn the younger ones instead the young ones look to us to calm the fears they have, but often we bring new ones to them they don't want but which we offer bountifully
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In the Days of the Distant Mountain
In the days of the distant mountain, We counted our inhales; We laughed at the breakfast table, And spun our aging tales To an audience of newfound friends That changed at a climbing rate -- In the days of the distant mountain, We chose to congregate. In the place of the desert stillness, We took the daily heat, The nightly cold, the streaming stars, And ate what we could eat, Til we knew that our time exploring Had narrowed to a room -- In the place of the desert stillness, The cactus flowers bloom In springtimes we will never see, A hazy sunlit dome: Beneath the distant mountain Is our eternal Home.
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In Almost-Love
The fell at once in almost-love, And it was all their dreams, and more; Like flowers by an April brook, A book, a smile, a movie score For he was her, and she was him, And they were everything in all; But when you fall in almost-love, You're soon left only with The fall
