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FEELING
By Timothy J. Muise
*****
I cannot remember the feeling of
grass between my toes
or the send of Good Harbor Beach.
I cannot remember the feeling of
cool water at Babson Reservoir
or rough surf at Cape Hedge.
I cannot remember the feeling of
the warm sun at Raff's Chasm
or August Dogtown Square.
I cannot remember the feeling of
hard granite at the Dog Bar
or cool dirt at Goose Cove.
I somehow remember they are all
a part of me, a part of my soul,
but I cannot remember their face,
their feeling. I am incomplete.
Points East
By Timothy J. Muise
*****
East to the tuna fish and whales,
east to the dolphins and bluefish.
The East of my youth was a true blue,
a fantasy world so real it had teeth.
East for our living from Nature herself,
east away from the madness of the real world.
The East in my heart is where my brother lives,
it is where my father still smiles and laughs.
I long for the East that I knew,
so easy and calm and free.
I yearn fro the East where I grew,
and I will live there again.
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You will remember those things once your out and free and it will be as though you've been reborn but with the fond memories intact that have helped sustain you all these years...
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