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Maddy 4d
How is the Universe?


You know I love you
What more can I say or do?
How vast is the Universe?
Stars twinkling in the sky
How many times does my heartbeat for you?
You know it's true
There is no limit to how far I'd go
All of this and more you know
When you are gone forever
The tears will never dry
How vast is the universe?
Stars twinkling in the sky
Listen to Jason Gould sing How deep is the ocean on Spotify
He is Barbara Streisand's son
Irving Berlin wrote How deep is the Ocean
Deep is the Ocean
Maddy 4d
Great collection of pens
Grows so much but in my home office now
Notebooks and paper of all kinds
By the night table
In my bag
At the ready
Words are usually floating in my head
All hours of the day
The microcassette he gifted me long ago still works
Tune out nonsense but engage the words
As an educator I know both sides
As a student the Creative writing award in High school
Two books written and something coming in a different genre
You are all in good company because we know and understand
Started at eight years of age and paper is still at the ready
Maddy 4d
Janis Ian's song At Seventeen was my anthem for a very long time
Truth improves like vintage wine if you let it
Right now my song Is Nobody is going to rain on my parade
Despite what used to be
Long ago and closer than you think
The coastal winds set all our
orchard tree leaves dancing,
vibrating like music in the air.
That same clean breeze on my
face generates a smile, while
offering the slight scent of  
oceans salty splendor.

In my mind in color, behind closed
eyes I can clearly see my beach, the
waves, sand, rocks, all the winged
creatures soaring and wind floating
on the westerly air currents. I could
even hear their calls to each other,
and the muted laughter of human
children at play. The sight of people's
dogs free running the beach and
cavorting in the surf line.

An hour and a half drive each way,
taken many times over most of my
lifetime, seeking that view and being
rewarded by it. Familiar as the faces
of my beloved now grown children
and nearly as comforting to gaze upon.

Yes, I could make the drive, but even
that gets harder these days, as most
everything does. But why drive it,
when all I need do is close my eyes,
point my nose up into the breeze and
embrace that beach in my still vivid
mind's eye, while these technicolor
memories last, before they all fade
to black.
One of the perks of not actually going
to the beach, no need to empty sand out
of my shoes or treat a sunburned nose.
Maddy 5d
One place
One house
With a view
Big kitchens
Lots of bedrooms
To talk
To write
To meet
Ben and Carlo do you read me
Nat and others
Maddy 5d
She listened as her eyes were going to close.
She longed to listen and see her fellow poets.
The New York soul needed to say Goodnight.
The City never sleeps but she does
Her pens and notebooks at her side on the night table
Pleasant dreams HP til next month
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