| Ceremony to Eternity |
The aged musician at the canyon’s edge peers down below at the rocky ledge. He pulls bow across old violin strings. Screeching echoes sail as faux music wings. He shakily halts, sighs prayer, lips hymn. Flings tools of life below and follows them. |
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| These poems are tracks marking the happy meandering path of ongoing discovery ... |
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