The People of the Strange Town

Silent Observer

You the people, of the strange town,

who bring strange tidings!

You the people, of the unknown time.

You, the people who are not connected

You, the people of the strange town.

You, the people, in flames.

You, the people.

I do not belong.

Neither do you.

I do not surpass.

Neither do you.

I do not transcend

Neither do you.

I do not fly.

Neither do you.

I do not feel.

You…neither do you

I do not belong.

Yet you do.

I stand, while you spite

I stare while you jeer

I ponder while you remark.

I do not belong

While you, you bond.

I am me, and you…

Are neither me, nor you nor us, nor them

I breathe, while you curb.

I do not belong.

Neither do you.

We are not one.

You! The people of the strange town.

The one’s in denial.

I do not belong.

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how long is September

anelephantcant

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she says she’ll stay here for a month
which forever he’ll remember
but he of course thinks differently
he wonders how long is September

before he met her he was blind
his life shadowed in dark mist
but west winds blew away the clouds
as they reached the end of August

when he thinks about her smile his heart
is quite prepared for its surrender
he fears the time is far too short
he wonders how long is September

and he finds out before too long
the month all too soon is over
the winter chill approaches fast
and wakens bleak October

now she prepares to take her leave
no words or pleas can bend her
she kisses him she says goodbye
he now knows how short is September

but times and women change always
and her heart now remembers
she thinks about his smile and then

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how long is September

time past but story remains ever….

anelephantcant

september by anelephantcant september by anelephantcant

she says she’ll stay here for a month
which forever he’ll remember
but he of course thinks differently
he wonders how long is September

before he met her he was blind
his life shadowed in dark mist
but west winds blew away the clouds
as they reached the end of August

when he thinks about her smile his heart
is quite prepared for its surrender
he fears the time is far too short
he wonders how long is September

and he finds out before too long
the month all too soon is over
the winter chill approaches fast
and wakens bleak October

now she prepares to take her leave
no words or pleas can bend her
she kisses him she says goodbye
he now knows how short is September

but times and women change always
and her heart now remembers
she thinks about his smile and then

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Un-Becoming

teach from the heart

Saturday morning I pulled my favorite old sweatshirt out to wear to S’s soccer game, and I was flooded with memories of the friend who gave it to me.

I’ve worn that sweatshirt hundreds of times.  She sent it to me when I was pregnant with S (she wanted me to have something big and warm to wear when I walked the dog – never had the heart to tell her I didn’t venture out in the cold Wisconsin weather unless I had to), so I’m not sure what triggered the memories.

Maybe it’s the fact that her 50th birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and she’s not here to celebrate it.

Maybe it’s that I came across this quote right before I pulled out the sweatshirt.

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Ro was one of my college friends, and I can’t think of her without smiling and shaking my head at all the…

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