The arms of my ears reach out...
A new dream...
Definitely.
Way back...
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None of us (or so few of us) pay attention; The work of God continues in the pollen falling from the bee as it moves from flower to flower
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Every corner I turn,
there stands Hafez, damn his eyes!
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Observations at 62
Invitation
Pomegranates
The Arms of My Eyes
Saturday, December 9, 2006
Observations at 62
I
Its turning towards Fall again
and I can't decide
if I'm grateful for the change,
or tired of the repetition.
II
I smell myself
and its not too bad,
except certain places.
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