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Mates
how opportune
our former flesh
parch’d
to barren veins
to silent hearts
reshap’d
luster’d
by Nature
by Time
by Mankind
slumbering on
embosom’d
for inquisitive eyes
but together
still
Mule Train
Halloween
Real Me at Poolside—
Other Me at Silver Temple—
Both of Me are beckon’d
by the chanting
of very young Aliens
with very sweet fangs:
“Trick or Treat!”
Gray
my future
has caught up
with me
as the present
obsesses
about the past
some thoughts waned
but kept extant
by the faithful
the true loved ones
who stay in touch
and make me beautiful
Sequoia
proud
stand We firm
upon the graves
of Elders and Brethren
who pray’d and stretch’d
each day
towards Blue Heaven
towards Nightfall’s twinkling eyes
ere their footholds
were drown’d by Rainfall’s bender
or shear’d by bellowing Air
or Time’s final blessing
Night Wand
under a slender moon
waver our dim shadows
till goes breathless
the dark wind
our souls conjoining
to doting sharp silhouette
loujen haxm'Yor 