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(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Flight

Outside my window the wasps
are making their slow circle,
dizzy flights of forage and return,
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  • Patti Masterman (3/28/2013 11:46:00 AM)

    Gosh this gave me incredible chills. It reminded me of an idea (not my own of course) how
    time might exist everywhere simultaneously, so that in other parts of the universe (or whatever term
    you would choose) , time keeps flowing, and the past is still alive in those other parts- otherwise,
    how could it still feel so near and present all the time, as if straining below the surface of apparent things.

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  • Bella Forrest (3/15/2012 8:37:00 PM)

    Another amazing poem. You have such talent.

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