He was blessed one lament might imagine
A gift of gab suggests notions driven.
Drawing circles upon colorful lines
by need, sacrifice, like well mannered wines.
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February 10, 2013
The Helmsman’s Hood.
The biggest truth was
The first one we lost;
Oh so casually –
The first of many that,
Even now, are
Slipdripping through our
Ignorant, care-nothing fingers.
We mend the irrelevant barricades
(Too foolish late),
The nets, bait the
Big, hopeful hooks with
Embroidered versions of our histories.
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