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Nov 2017
In my thoughts watercolor sphere, raindrops pressure the paint to smear
The cloudburst continues till the globe is clear , the prism in my piece of the world then slowly reappears
This January mindset brushes the morning black and gray
Frozen in herringbone horizons ..
Lifeless grass dappled in shadow
Brown leaf vortices
Aged hardwood and windswept -
duck ponds , killdeer and wild geese quietly call
Perusing the land of the dead from every angle , hilltop to
depression , marble bench to mausoleum
Every date , every unique bronze plate , verse , military branch and
belief , every flowered motif
Memorial gardens teach , I have the sensation of their ghost standingΒ just beyond my reach
Copyright November 30 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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