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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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Fridged rain trickles inside in a broken window, Mother's final breath. The wail of traffic traveling on wet pavement, A lonely wife's cries. A mockingbird calls from the treetops to his mate, A black hearse passes. Cloudy blue-gray sky masking the snow-capped mountains, A lonesome poet. A fallen oak tree grows fungus and sphagnum moss, Forgotten graveyard. |
