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Dropped off the work, drawings you never saw,
In a place that is delightful and good to show in.
Lunch was fun.
Spent the last few days gathering work
To show in a few places. Little hope this
Will bring returns
But I try, I try, I wish I could be more effective.
Hah, something I have never been, but
Still I try.
Tripped on a dog, and woke to a sprained foot
Tripped on myself and realize there is no one to help
Tripped on life.
Friends, dear couple, come visit, something for which
I am always thankful, because I do know that living here?
Few will come.
And truth, that is not totally the place’s fault.
Fault need also be accepted by me, for who will come
Visit? Not many.
Again I have driven, and driven, and driven,
I am glad to see my mother and wish I could see
her more often
But I live too far away from her, too far
From all I love. Who do I love now, who will
love me back?
So this too hot day I drove away, drove back here,
to the last place we called home, where we had love but
not me alone.
A friend has bought her house, a wonderful place
A good place, she did so with ease. May again.
I find home.
Fireworks, walked to the neighbors, stood amidst the
The spray of sparklers, lights in the dark, as in childhood
Fire above water.