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Allan's Poem of the Week

Trajectory

Flat for a spell,

then rough.

Thick and dense,

then a clearing.

Straight up, straight down.

A long line,

then a curve,

even, perhaps, a circle.

Yes, that's it,

eventually, round and round

a day goes,

a life goes,

until it stops

and you hear

the cardinal,

in the dead

of winter,

sing.

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Keep them coming! m

Keep them coming! m

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Thank you

Mary, glad you're out there!

Best,

Allan