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Poem: Ephemera

Updated on January 21, 2014

i was told

last night, by a woman

whose life was passing her by

that the card in my hand

indicated that i was to be reborn

now i sit

with ink from a borrowed pen

that i borrowed from a friend

who also gave me his food

as America was passing us by

and i

so long to express this lovely isolation

we are the light

of a single star

and no star

is ever very far

from my single thoughts

they touch

every one

i am

so many colors

when i divide myself

in the water that falls

poured by a man

with no plans at all


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      Larry Rankin 21 months ago from Oklahoma

      Wonderful poem.

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      Justin Aptaker 6 weeks ago from United States

      Belated thank you very much!

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