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What if cheerleaders rant an raved when the garbageman emptied
a trash can
What if the marching band burst into song as the septic tank truck
was backing in
How about the paparazzi following the mailman
A live TV shot of the roofing foreman being interviewed by ABC , CBS or CNN* ...
Copyright December 28 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
in the dark
compass spinning
wanton wind
howling, wailing
brittle arms
in concert waving
emerald waters
whipped and raging

sky crushed velvet
sequins sewn tight
to the shattered
span of night
a million times
each time as new
with stardust eyes
with gratitude
Place your ear onto this page -
Can you hear my heavy heart
Inadequately beating?

Fix your eyes onto my words -
Can you see my tired soul
Slowly fleeting?

Painfully,
It is fading away,
Like a ship
Heading out to sea,

The farther away
That it goes,
You see less, and less,
Of me.

Place your heart
Where mine once was,
Can you feel the extreme warmth
It always generated?

Close your eyes,
Think back, not, too, far -
Do you remember the precise moment,
That my spirit, from my body,  
Separated?

By Lady R.F ©2016
Torch recognized fear from a hundred yards
The first inkling of panic would make him charge
I can still see him chasing my Dad across the grassy avenue
Mean old Torch is now a bucket of glue* ...
Copyright December 26 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
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