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A Poem by Pete

blowing babbling breaths from the past

drawing them into the here and now

the flutist tippy-toe trapesed 'round life's stage

spreading cheer

even standing on one leg

like a tapped keg

castanets clicked

time ticked

the sweetest fruit yet to be picked

it would be grand and perfect

no one could predict

drawing destiny near

it was crystal clear

this would finally be the year

of being back together as one

with immeasurable joy and neary a 'tear

a time to join together and persevere

welcome home my dear

© 2021 Pete

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Added on July 5, 2021
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Pete

Boston, MA

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I love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..