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I seized a colorful pigeon on my palm
And I started to engrave the story of our love in its feathers
It flew away to orate our love
And in the night I met him in my dream
He was dead, and said “This is how the society deals with love
Many of us intellectual poets
Mock the idea of people not reading
Why, just lately, I read novels about hiking the Appalachian Trail
And several books about cycling across America
Even some fiction about gun slingers in the Wild West
And, of course, pastoral poems, sonnets, and HP's best

While many people are out experiencing life
Not reading
We are improving our vocabulary and intellect
That will prove extremely valid
Wile reading our next book
I feel sorry for the people who can't find the time to read
Because they are too busy living
How obtuse?
I see the moon in your eyes
I see the stars in your smile
I feel the heat of the sun in your touch
I look up at the moon and remember your eyes only look at her now
I see the stars twinkling and remember you only smile for her now
I used to feel the heat of the sun but now I feel the cold emptiness of outer space
I used to be your Jupiter
Now I'm Pluto
I barely exist to you
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When I'm feeling lame
When things just aren't the same

When I want to die
Or just want to cry

Close my eyes tight
Try to make it through the night
 Apr 2014 Donny Edward Klein
r
A wisp of gray cloud slips by
like a passing doubt.

A fleeting black thought flies
with the shadow of a wasp.

An unfelt feeling of cold fear
seeks warmth through window light.

Striped feral cat creeps too near,
sees red-tailed hawk in flight.

Time spent with toes in sand,
washed by water clear and cold.

Empty thoughts to understand,
one wave comes, another one goes.

r ~ 4/11/14
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