Prose or poem. I don't know which. Some thoughts, I guess.
looking
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fury in the storm
fading light
behind the eyes
sleeping babe in
church
stranger in the
shadows' piercing gaze
begetter and
birther both
milk that sates
the hungry pit
silence in the
stillness
comfort in the
crowd
pattern in the
weave
elegance in the
whole
absence in the
loneliness
treasure in the ground
frustration in the
glimpse
aftertaste of
promise
you turn the
corner
where are you now
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I noticed one of my wife, Mary Lou's books on the coffee table this morning.
Cute, eh?
Kitten poker anyone?. Maybe you Clem? Spike?