Kinetic

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We look ahead at sixty now
The gander, grace-filled
The graceful goose
Silvery fire, calm
Wondrous!

So we wait and keep walking
Flying, when we’re able
But never again bewildered
If we would not be this
We could not be that

Original thought credit: Ms. Joni Mitchell; “Both Sides Now”

circa

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I met you
Through some avenue
In a trip around the sun
That always seems to shine on time

On a whim
Supernaturally
Light of my nine lives
For what purpose is certain

The Book and I

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Name what it’s called when you cannot help but

Address each and every creature and the

City of emotions that washes over you, leaving you in a

State of awe? And, for those who feel

Zip? What do you call them?

Sunshine Peak

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Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is

Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain

On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is

Outmoded

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Throw me over as an anchor
First, untether me
Cast aside this castaway

Abandon me afterall
To my turmoil, my need
So that you would sail

And should we meet
As ghost-ships might?
May it be as passing