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November 5, 2018
Wheels
I miss the days
when we were
promising machines
able to hit high flies
and pitch no-hitters.
I yearn
for different journeys now.
A shaft of warm sunlight,
old choruses to sing.
I tuck a strand
of wayward hair
behind his ear.
The clock ticks.
Dark Goddess Tarot--X-Wheel--You will turn, and turn again. Every path leads you home.
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