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 Diary (Jan. 14, 2019) |
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here in solitude
I cannot think
I am aware
of the sun
of the clouds
of the fences
that surround me
I cannot question
my being here
dreaming somewhere else
a beautiful afternoon
shadows grow longer
birds are singing
cars go by
on unseen roads
winds move me
around the track
as vultures circle
over my head.
7/12/18
Steve Burkett
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