MAK'S LEGACY

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JOURNAL #27

such is

this Samsonite longing

gathering in a quiet thought

tell tale flinches

from my puffy eyes

speaking truth

driven by vague expression

with an inner splash

pelting flame

whispering in and about the night

with so much weightless promise

the open hand

harms no bird

fair yes then

to be stated too

that the open mind

gathers no dust

only fertile soil

for all future planting

some weeds may sprout up

but the finer gardeners thought

if one prunes correctly

such unpleasant wantage

never long stays so rooted

for the choicest seeds

those of truth, knowledge

and love

defy compromise

they in pure form

are indomitable

so always think

before whatever it is

you decide to plant

for good or bad

whatever the action

you own it

and remain responsible

for such course..............

(written July 21, 2002 615pm)

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