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I Cherish Both
Inside, puttering toward Porto, I’m having breakfast with an old friend. On our table, black coffee, yellow eggs, orange juice, brown toast, gray oatmeal. In our ears, silverware, dishes, and laughter. On our lips, easy conversation. In our hearts, Gladness.… Continue reading
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A Flamingo Trialogue
Being a flamingo has pluses and minuses, Eating like this can play hell with your sinuses! Oh, stop your squawking, these petty frustrations Mean nothing when you’ve got your fill of crustaceans. Eating like this is a joy and a… Continue reading
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Shackleton and Me
When Shackleton’s ancestors still dwelt in caves, Mine floated and furled through the air. When his fur-clad forebears fought bears for their turf, Mine settled here clothing the earth. When he and his men were still dust in the sky,… Continue reading
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