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Lazarus After
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Lazarus After |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. Once Upon a time Back from the grave I stood for a whole hour Staring at autumn leaves Strewn on a concrete floor . . . Small and all Alone in the world She walks the street Clutching to a purse With frightened eyes Over frame glasses . . . Now that Sir Is good music People like to talk As if it mattered Nothing after Not a word Said or heard Is remembered Yet what else Is there to do . . . Today I’d be the best thing That ever happened To her since childhood— And isn’t that just sad By the way last night I dreamt of two women Neither of whom I know Though then again On calm reflection Given how well it seemed We got on together I can’t say I never did . |
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Andrew Scott Member Elite
since 1999-06-24
Posts 2558Redlands,CA,USA |
OKay... I've read it several times and I'm still not sure what's going on. And I guess that's OKay. Sometimes a poem just isn't meant for you. That doesn't make it good or bad, or anything for that matter. It just is, and for someone else. But I wanted you to know it had been read. Peace. "We'll chase them like rats across the tundra." |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. The key is in the title. It is Lazarus back in our world; his perceptions, thoughts, colored by his experience. He makes sense to himself . . . Everyone else is on the outside. Thanks for reading John . |
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