It patters soft-pawed,
a pointed ambling
across my mind,
dodging wheels,
leaping curbs:
this stray notion
(a reminder)
that every morning
the sun rises
illuminating
in seven billion
beating hearts
oceans of joy
and swirling sorrow
and who knows which
will wash ashore today
in scissored mementos
of scissored moments?
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a collection of tales, ranging from short to shorter to downright brief.
life is mystery - a story of vast emptinesses and delicate connections.
but inexorably, one realizes that the threads are strong as the rifts are wide.
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