So. I'm writing...sporadically yet not as disjointedly as I expected. Work in process. Until then this poem, which I love and you should make your own opinion of. I believe words come to us at just the right time. Or make sense just in the nick of time.
Remiss Rebut
by: Harriet Zinnes
Remiss rebut.
It is over and done for,
and the glory gone,
the seaweed fowl,
the sea itself
a symbol in your dream.
Let it be,
and behind it all,
you will see
the globe,
an earth becoming slowly
a real world,
undreamed of but beheld.
...Ricky.
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