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A glimpse
Out the window,
Sliver of a gift,
Only five minutes.

Out the window,
White, black charcoal,
Only five minutes,
On gray toned paper.

White, black charcoal,
Dusty fingers moving
On gray toned paper,
A sweet, silvered moon.

Dusty fingers moving,
Sliver of a gift.
A sweet, silvered moon, 
A glimpse.

1/6/17

For seven years I have slept without you
With  the memory of you
By my side.

And here on this night I sleep
without our dogs, With now only the
memory of them

They two are gone and I am empty,
Memory of all lost, you, them, dear
In my heart.