I go with what I’ve got,
a fly on my foot,
the sky hung with
a distant hum, near by
like blood pumped; cars,
cicada, city scum; glass
reflects the room I’m in, holds
me near/dear, returns
my frown. I dream
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I enjoy writing and I wanted to leave something of myself behind, so people will remember me. Especially my children and grandchildren.
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~missives from a journey home.
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