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Entry for March 23, 2008
Floating drifting gliding soft,
Roaming prowling bouncing high,
Wandering flowing streaming white,
Cottony wisps that can't be touched,
Silvery linings best left out of sight.
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Comment by: jgilgun - 2008-04-03 17:52
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I'm back, God.
Why do I have such freedom?
Do you sit around waiting for me
to get in touch?
Yes, yes, I know you are
in my horse's eyes
the wag of my dog's tail
in sunlight streaming onto the surface of a lake
in memories I have of love.
I don't invite you in.
You are there
even when I'm not looking for you.
You really are relentless in pursuit of me.
You wanted me all along.
Now I'm pursuing you.
I want you in my life.
I want to go steady with you.
Without you I fall
into the cauldron of shame fear
abandonment loss
I haul myself out
or maybe you help me
I want you in my life
every day
every minute of every day
when I sleep
when I'm awake
when I talk to students
when I'm digging in the ground
falling off my horse
figuring out whether I trust some other human being
I do not want to go on without you.
Will you be my Valentine? |
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