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Hello
The moon over Quadra
Brings many thoughts to mind,
The travelling musicians
Here today gone tomorrow,
The Gypsyness of it all,
The short lived love affairs,
The uneasy ones
Dancing around and away
From commitment,
The painful memories
Like ruts in your heart,
The ride is always bumpy
Every time you travel there,
Of course the stillness
And the wonder of things,
The magic of your short Hello,
Seemingly crisp and empty
Yet quietly pulling
Boxcars and railcars
Of secrets and untold
Possibilities.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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