Caught In The Stream
not poetry. not fiction. a life, and something in between.
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Saturday, October 17, 2009
Crickets
I hear now my
youth's crickets call
in the chirped hitch
of an overhead fan
or the high-pitch spin
of an idling engine.
The everyday reminds
I may have strayed
nearing too far.
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