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Saturday, November 10, 2012

PAD Day 10. Desplazado*





Desplazado*
In the whirring wind
salted sands blow
tears to eyes
taunting that
former empathic self
safe in my compassion
for others
Desplazado
“See?” the echo whispers
whirling ceaselessly within
I easily moved as any other
chess piece of this cerulean
rounded board of marble
I was, and we all can be,
Desplazado
at the whimsical flick of
Nature’s wave or breath or simple
shift of movement
Desplazado

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