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 Oct 2015 Brian lockwood
Joanna
How is it that once a heart breaks,
It's like an earthquake,
And you'll forever feel the *aftershocks
The first taste of Fall , with a slight nip in the air , reminds me of a five year old in his Astronaut gear ! Football helmet , pliers and hammer from Dads tool case ! Yellow raincoat and cowboy boots , outside the Eagle on Tranquility Base , Neil Armstrong  exploring the creek beside the Mothership ...Home ..Crawdad matches , tadpoles , mud puppies , mantids , a few June Bugs with kite string tied to one leg ..Aggies , Immies , shooters and swirls , GI Joes , jack stones and wood gliders ....
Copyright October 1 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015 Brian lockwood
Tupelo
When it's all over,
As the faces fade,
When the hum of
fluorescents cease,
And the engines
sputter to a halt,
All that remains
are the oceans
Inside of us,
And the words
made in their wake
the only thing I've given my whole to, are the words of the pages and their timid lines.
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