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the crossing

photo by Rene "Sunapee"

i am a bridge
a fixture of transition
arms flung
open beckoning
a foot
in each port
skirt skimming
the here between
two theres
your change
is my constant
your flight
my ground

Rene ~ October 24, 2012

33 words about change
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  1. Brian MillerOctober 24, 2012 at 9:59 PM

    we need more bridges across the divides...and that would be a change in the way things are going right now

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    1. UnknownOctober 24, 2012 at 10:02 PM

      Amen Sunbae. That's exactly how I'm feeling right now...

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  2. Buddah MoskowitzOctober 25, 2012 at 5:52 PM

    Wonderful - inspiring poem.

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  3. Vodka MomNovember 7, 2012 at 8:16 PM

    do NOT WALK ON THE LOG. That's how I got this brand new HIP.



    xxx

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  4. Other MaryNovember 7, 2012 at 9:49 PM

    This is the best minute I spent all day Rene. You rock!

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