While I was searching through my past, I found;
'In my reflections, do I see myself
Or do I see those who have made me';
To be the perfect iodoform on that trek
I found a warm smile, a nice friend, and a
Kind word as the perfect cicatrix coming back
An enthymeme could only explain a
Rainy day drive when blinded by the clouds
And sugar coated strings mystically
Rapped around air to resurrect the crowds
Like the archaeopteryx, you combined
The classroom and the halls of scholarship
Often I use that combination walking
Out the door or even taking a trip
West Brook was mercurial because of
Those like Mrs. Mary Nix and Benjamin Gay
And the memories of Forest park and
Hebert lingered to brighten up each day
From novel Stasis & Poreris
Parallax
Interview at the Reflections Company
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