Everywhere, four chairs.
Our tables have four sides
and we only use three.
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Feet in the sand,
eyes closed I asked,
"Aaron, are you OK?"
He answered,
"Better than OK.
There are no words to explain.
They use a different language."
Sun on my face.
A butterfly landed on my shoulder
to spread its orange and black wings,
then flew away.
It's OK.
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Before the tears flood
my eyes burn.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
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