Memories
Grasses in the fieldThe memories
Of your cold steel
Beside me
As I slept.
Waking up was futile
'Cause I wept and drew some doodles
In my sleep.
Awakened now, I take each day
With gratitude, and some dismay.
Life is just too short to go to waste.
I whisper to
A God, and you
To show
The difference, and renew
My spirit too.
8-20-09
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