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the early morning's cold breath kisses my naked

unadorned face

as I step from the car and to the welcome able house

hurry my otherwise slow footed pace

where did they come from those threatening clouds

passing by over head

I wonder to myself as I look to the unforgiving heavens

with eyes tired, watery and rimmed rather red

the floods from the down pour will likely soon come

and carry me back to my work place with a guided force

that could cripple some

but I'm not like others I am more like the wind

when I blow through the trees they don't break

they bend

I fixate on the duties I have left that have yet been

done

I try not to but always end up back at square one

love is not love when its not permitted to be fully

felt nor fun

though this round of raw romance is far from over

I feel like I've won

but my secret soul still asks why?

because truth is in the ability to try

no one but GOD chooses or decides when and who is to

die

the mayor of the moment is the choice of a lie

and I'm left with a feeling of self distance that I

cannot deny

of this earth from it I wish to soon fly

without his love my crimes grow silent in their foolish

cries

for from me, this earth his unfaltering love facelessly

flies

as he leaves, from my face falls my precarious disguise

and the rains wash my undirtied pain as they break away

from the predictable skies...........

(written July 7, 1992 pm)