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JOURNAL #29

fluttering so gladly

within your midts

a season less sparrow

all a glitter on the vine

so soft and lovely

ere as lovely as only

love gets

where as you

my lithe and olive healthy

mine

so sweetly cage me

with

your wonder warmth and wit

I am yours

unmarred

by the ever passing of

mere mortal time

yet to that recluse

we've named tomorrow

we spend on her every

affordable dime

we call such blind endeavor

an investment

when in reality we are

taking from the certainty

of today

to loan it to a moment that

may never come................

Melissa

(written Dec 24,2003 3am)

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