December 2013
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- Written by: Stephen Bailey
skylark on the rise . . .
a buddhist neophyte clings
to his apron strings
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where are you, old friend?
are you still the twinkling eye?
the echo of words?
I sound out the hieroglyphs
that carve your name into stone
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this summer
my friends enfolded now
in these dreams
of their unfolding