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Sep 2010
Flaming ember nights
clashing against
peace ridden skies.
Ancient, endless thoughts
echoing in those
meager times
we once knew,
and once loved,
a long time ago...

Silk covered days
on the streets
and cow pastures
of life’s distractions.
Stopping on the way
for a cup of tea
at a sidewalk cafe
that we once shared
a long time ago...

Broken, sleepless nights
on the edge of
our drifting past.
Collages of lights
on every corner
telling us it’s all a play.
Remembering when we were one.
Remembering when we were young.
Such a long time ago..
April 8, 1972 (Boston MA)
Revisited: January 12, 2010
Allen Smuckler
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