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Sometimes it is the road itself that brings you to the end of the road,

as though the journey births the song and the song, the journey.

I’ve seen a new mosaic: grief and within that laughter and conversations and peppery snacks shared, death of a loved one

and its aftershocks: the way love and loss sometimes intimately weave and sometimes wave across the water from distant shores–all in a single day.

Today is a day within herself. She is a friend from a foreign country

about to darken my orange door. She is a body that contains breast-fulls of yesterday, mostly in sounds. I watch for her like a lighthouse

perched on rocks. I am one with this morning–eager and shaken and free.

By Prof. Snell

Poetry is my thing!

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