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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

My homeward looking angel

Still, not yet, only in my mind. One day, later, perhaps, in some reality not yet here. This one, or that one, or another. Somewhere in a garden of lilies and roses with a hawk swirling, sailing, in the thermal rising, drifting soundless above the pool, it's fountain singing, calling, sending us to a realm of sweet relief from the cares and worries that bring us, bind us, here, somewhere in all that not yet specified outside the whim of the one troubled mind, a homeward looking angel will stand, waiting, watching, reminding. Smiling when we know, we find, we see our time.

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