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No one’s ever gone
until forgotten

Their memory etched
like words in stone

—canyons to remind

(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)
 Jan 2021 Eva Rushton
Traveler
The blue sky is my canvas
Until the canopy of the night
Then my brushstroke
Become comet tails
An astroid field of flight

No language in my dream
No limits of the tongue
My flights of mindfulness
Has only just begun
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7n3PXaA5szQKvZ8VlkcxTA
Where do you go
when your war has been won

The enemy vanquished,
the legion’s undone

What do you do
when your purpose is gone

The feelings still burning,
the will to fight strong

Where do you go,
the last battle adjourned

The fields lined in blood,
all caissons returned

As men march in unison,
their rifles unbreeched

A lone bugle calling
—the dead beyond reach

(The New Room: January, 2021)
You always need “negative “
Too create the “ positive”
Chemical balance in your life
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