A fine site

Nearing the End

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Another trip on that flight of stairs

lined with her paintings in gold leaf

The oriental carpets, he screamed

were being destroyed by each puppy.

Marble is the heart of my mother

Imperfect lives led within these

alabaster walls, worth the rewriting.

Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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