a reddish brown fawn dances across
the path of light that guides my inner
most thoughts, grazing on the grasses
the surround the pond of memories...
her family joins the procession and I
destined to wait until they all pass by
before I can continue with my journey
of solitude... a single drop of rain falls
down from the heavens causing ripples
in the pond, magnifying those thoughts
already released into oblivion... honor
sits on the doorstep of creation, hoping
for a chance to come inside while the
bands of forgetfulness play all the tunes
that most of us remember... thinking
the days of wine and roses are over and
and it is time to plant fall crops... in the
sky a falling star encounters a vibrating
though or two as it tumbles towards the
path recently crossed by deer and my
deep set eyes reveal the mysteries that
my soulful mind has tried to keep secret.
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