03 Tuesday Oct 2017
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Dust stirs as I walk to your door,
hat by my side.
Long pond lies still,
weeds bending, expectant.
How many steps like this
in how many galaxies on earth
unrecounted? They come, they go,
dust tumbles round footprints,
shuffling in and out, as if
deciding what shall be be.
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Poems from in between 
Such a longing here, and a looking back. Must be the season? And some psychic poetry vibes…top of my reader after my too-long absence. 🙂
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My absence. I am not sure what happened to the summer. But a lot.
Yes, it is finally the season to reflect and wonder aloud. Looking forward to more conversation.
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