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Passing thoughts…

Sun, 04/24/2022 - 18:37

Hidden in plain sight
Heard only in the winds sigh
Felt where never touched

That which might not be
Hovers above and below
Couldn’t possibly

I gave them all bikes
Young men needing ways and means
They have all left us now

Just a speck of dust
Rising from a lonely flame
Infinitely one

He left so quickly
I wonder how he’s doing
There upon the winds

Shall we not know Ulysses by his dog?
Argos he is named
And famed
For his arete
But as he lay
Flea bitten at deaths door there was no fog
Before his eyes
Between the two no lies
Ulysses too has left
And warp and weft
Knot the time away
With a tear Ulysses offers thanks
And so must we when closing ranks


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