Pensive eves

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Roses flourish in a garden of gypsum and wood

- there are things that keep themselves anchored when time runs away -

A closet full of blank postcards, intentions

stored in drawers determined to be forgotten

and in all I find myself learning how long the road is.

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There are things that arrive so late…

urgent letters when everyone has left.

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I pack happiness in cardboard boxes, souvenirs

with your name and mine.  Memories of a first holiday

that your words made unimportant. 

I still read them today and wonder if the tendency

to intellectualize caused you to forget the weight of words.

Perhaps I am over-intellectualizing…

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It may be the habit of leaving everything for the last minute

- there are things that arrive so late…

things that arrive when everyone has left -

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Wild flowers reach the moon by my window

and caress the stars with their sweet fragrance. 

Intentions kept in a flower vase aiming

to reach the sky.  - There are things that keep themselves anchored

when time runs away –

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© 2009 – Valeria G.

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