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tis the season to be sneezin'
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tis the season to be sneezin' |
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since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
Bless You Miles slide by so easily this day -- this day that marks your birth -- that logs my course. This ease, in recent years, has been as lost as memories of the easy miles we shared. Even more lost, I guess, since you and they have visited at times, never bringing ease when you have come. Today is a reunion. I welcome all the ghosts, and all of me, while the ease comes on its own; I hadn't thought to send an invitation. This wasn't even planned, any more than the sweetest of our memories had been. (the wind turned this morning, and so did I -- turned onto a route that cautious habits had avoided) Samson seems glad to see me, rushing up to the fence, nuzzling his nose against my chest, as I stand under our tree. He misses you, though; he won't take the snack I offer him (little bits of Cliff bar were sweeter from you hand). I think he fell for you that day, as surely as I had done when our eyes met, earlier that Spring, before the red of allergins had marked them so well matched -- as matched as coupled hearts. He senses my peace, but doesn't claim his own -- seems agitated, watching for your approach, ready to stand guard as he had done that day, when you and I had left bikes in his care, had hopped the fence, and had succumbed to a different hay fever. © RAM 3/1/99 |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Well done, Ram. Elizabeth "He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!" -The Crucible |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
A lovely tribute, RAM. Core |
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