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As the life he knew taught, 
Dad showed his love 
That I would not show pain 
And never let weakness betray, 
But of joy & delight 
He said not a word.

* * *

Hope lingers past all reason,
And life goes on,
But if the Fates were kind,
Life would end with our dreams.

* * *

Becoming lusts for the certainty of Being:
To hold fast even
The smoke of my last cigarette.

* * *

Maybe, that’s how it is with mayflies:
Never enough time to say what needs to be said,
And never time enough for all the hurried goodbye’s,
And never enough for awkward silences.

* * *

The soft air, the gentle breeze 
Push and tug to float and fly 
With millibars and psi’s 
Exhalations of an evening 
Bewitchingly tender.

* * *

Words fall on deaf ears 
And come to naught. 
Small hearts meaning well
(no room for malice there)
Praise with condescension
That at least his mood’s improved.

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