Monday, May 27, 2013

An Unfinished Poem


                                                           ... summer / nineteen seventy nine

                             ... a silver earring / an unfinished poem

                                                                                       ... a sandal with a broken strap



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    1. Unfinished lives often are filled with mystery...

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  2. That was a very good year.

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  3. I have a lot of unfinished business from those days. It will likely stay that way. These words were somehow tantalizing. Wonderful.

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    1. Sometimes, it's the unfinished business that stays in our memory longest, and sometimes it might not be unfinished, it is what it is. :)

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  4. I turned 19 in 1979. It was a very strange year for me. The movie I remember from that summer is ALIEN (the first).

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    1. Hi Greg! 1979 was a year of real transition for me, and this poem came out of it... No aliens, though. :)

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