I'm almost, nearly
Fifty
That punches
When I say it like that
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Time passes, keeping the conversation going
punctuated, perforated with bands
of wide open s p a c e
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The evolving mosaic of a conversation
Reflects soulprint
When danced to life
through fragments of art
spoken intimately
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The Papal Cross in the park
beams suffering to some,
but welcomes me with its outstretched arms,
aerial and open,
Criss-crossed moments of happiness
Held on high,
intersecting
in a sort of forever
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And then vertical
deep down,
to underground
I am starting here
For home
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Another lovely poem from you. It’s musical, and speaks to me in a way beyond just the words.