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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Poem written while waiting for Greg

Waiting for Greg
In front of má pêche
A slight queasiness
In my chest
Nothing it seems
Is quite good enough
In the lifelong quest
To open the interior
Realms of being
And every day
Indifference is
A steeper hill
To surmount

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