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be not roses that mock me as I stroll

down by the porcupine fence posts

and across a lover's favored knoll

where angst shall my other wise compromised

thoughts choose to go

excitedly to and from a sight gatherer's woe

the wise occupants of the lush welcoming

meadow warn me do not be slow

ah, a well lit house atop the nearest horizon

hark, I do believe I hear the falling of fresh

new snow

as I approach the quaint terraced porch

my heart she pledges quiet victory and the

threshold doors open just so

allowing me the courage to step into her

warm, inviting parlor and I am truly humbled

to know

that my love has run with me

all the way across such a lovely meadow

and not once fallen to break its given promise

as I shut the door to hold in the light I've

loved warm embracing glow

the absolute purity of the word reaches back

into me to finally after all these years

take firm root and grow

I am alas home

even if a bit over emotionally so............

(Sept. 18, 1995)