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Almost Heard     October 7, 2009


maybe ancient boards creaking

perchance tin roof dancing with heat

could sound be improbable


path murmuring sibilant whisperings

perhaps only dying wind

possibly skittering autumn leaves


mayhap barn siding thrummed by storm

could tread be boom box pummeling ground

where have my companions gone

footfall, strides, hoofbeats

once brought assurance

sound welling up from ground

tethering mind to memory

steps disappear with each passing moment

carrying longings

aching desires

where have you wandered

my friends

where have you gone

your hearts lost around yonder bend

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