poetryrepairs #202 v14.07:082
AUSTIN ALEXIS : Twilight
JANE HUTTO : A Stir in Boggy Lane
DAVID BARNES :For Daniel
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AUSTIN ALEXIS
Twilight
Rise or shine in your dream state. Remain in your bed of images under your blanket and cushioned by slumberous fantasies. In your mind's eye the mundane maples outside your kitchen window swim like green mermaids in oceans of enchanting air. That traffic noise that once disturbed your sleep becomes a choir of angels in your creative revelry. Stay in a zone between wakefulness and snoring where you are quilted against the cold realities of day that work against you. Where are you safer, where do you shimmer more than under closed eyelids?

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JANE HUTTO
A Stir in Boggy Lane
Was that your voice in the winds, Or just another mimic? Were you addressing me last night, My cultivated cynic? A reclamation of our lives, As started in the summer, Can hold no candle to my grief When promises outnumber The many times you meant to stay, Then left for other ventures-- Associations far from home . . . Too numerous to mention. I think the winds of Boggy Lane Are whispering more weakly Because I know beyond a doubt It is Marie you are seeking.

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DAVID BARNES For Daniel
If the door should ever abruptly close between us, do not grieve at my passing. Rejoice, in having known me: do not fear the coming; let go, in good spirit: Mourn not the loss of touch, of these aged wiry hands, words said, unsaid: in you I am well rewarded. Do not fear the coming, or where I go. Companions who I have loved, and still love, tell them my song... If the door should ever abruptly close.

(c) D.Barnes March 2001
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of the soul - Plato

REPAIR : resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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