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The Dew
Time passages trail the tale
like drops of dew on a spring
flower,
vaporize,
where did they go?
and where have I been?
Undaunted by unwanted
perplexity
a smile inside
seldom changes
just re-appears
in fitful reasons
Days longer and nights
colder
seems we grow older
un-noticed
that the river of life
has left its banks
unwinding down a foreign
yet somewhat remembered...road
As cliches abound
plastic the words
of today, that will
collaborate with the
smiles tonight
somehow it all seems...surreal
Tommorows puzzle will give
new challenges to a sober one
and refrain from clearing the air
left misty by the past rains
once again the dew forms
droplets...left on the question...of tommorow
Copyright Dennis Hicks 2002
