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Jul 2011
I like to watch as he is
gathering up his cards around him
sorting them in little stacks like treasures

and I sit beside or behind him
waiting for a breath of relief or liberation
for him to close his eyes and reel me in

there's no greater treasury
than the one he graciously showed me
hidden and quiet in his winding mind
Written by
A E Bill
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