Well I'm still going through piles of stuff but I'm happy to report that they are dwindling and becoming more organized. I was looking through an old notebook and ran across a poem I wrote more than a decade ago. I kind of like it. It's simple yet whimsical. I hadn't even thought about it until just now. As soon as the words spilled off the pen and on to the page, it was closed and shelved and forgotten. And now that the binder has been cracked, it is free to live again.
Rivers, sonnets, poems and sands
Seashelled walls in foreign lands
Footprints, roses, song and dance
Take a bow for true love's chance
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