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312days until
Calendar's End

To my Parents

    A gust of wind my mind 
becomes as blown across 
a moor
My random thought-full 
crosses England-west to 
east and south to north.
I rustle through the dark
brown heather of ages 
old unbroken land, some 
of me is splashing waves 
against the hard-packed 
Cornwall sand.
    I came from North 
America and crossed 
the lonely sea.
Sights and sounds of my 
own home I carried 
here with me.
Full circle I will come 
someday home safe 
and soon and sound
with the fragrance of 
the world to share 
with family- all around.
    I want to bring it all back 
brick by bricks and 
tree by trees
but my hands can't lift, 
my legs can't carry only 
my mind is like the breeze.
Thank-you Dad and mom
 for everything; I love you 
more than I can show
The only way 
to give my love; 
one day I will come home.
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Spring Window

posted May 20, 2009 9:48 AM by David Storlie   [ updated Dec 9, 2011 11:32 AM ]
the frame of
her window
illuminated

in spring
as a sheer
curtain dances

across the belly
of a cloud
shuttered

screened
in rain-spattered panes
on electric evenings

when harsh winds
billow and careen
her soft dress

against the mesh
Lightning flash
silhouettes

damp as shadows
hung drying overnight
lace-patterned

on a register
after the storm
miles away.

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