poet

I ran this morning

At the end of night

Just before the sun appeared

And as I did the time passed

As though we were at a race

I kept my balance and kept

My sight and did not lose the pace.

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I love the outings of just moving

I look upon my pen

And dig deep within

So I will know to say

The writing for today

I call upon the muse

the words I hope to chose .

I knew them all so well

While running in the spell

Of early morning light

At the end of a long night .

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after a Sunday fun.

Now it is time to work

And remember …

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Strawberry Moon a

runner’s delight. Hangs above

the starless night.

The poets and sage wakes up

to view, the promise to see

the pink settled hue.

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the golden sun rises

Into the morning’s heat

As the world slows down.

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I remember those days

we would eat ice cream

and never gain a pound.

Going to the Tasty Freeze

ordering chocolate on chocolate.

Sitting at the booth with my sister,

talking to our new friends

and laughing.

So easy to laugh then at everything;

even ourselves .

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This should be a blank page,

but it is not…

Because now we have little ones

massacred in playful steps

while celebrating their last

Days of school.

Receiving honors for hard work,

looking forward to hazy days

and ice cream reasons.

Instead it is replaced

with Gurneys carrying out limp

souls of young bodies

dangling from under discrete sheets.

Screams are heard in meeting

places as families receive the news.

Darkness takes place,

” when we were A couple of kids”

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