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Doubt and Belief silently argue
as they sit upon a box
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Trust joins them
adding 3 wheels to the box
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giving much needed mobility
to their ping-pong debate
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everyone’s muscles still tense
when they pass Hope or Violence
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as they meander
around the countryside
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looking for the exact spot
where their grief is buried
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Poetry of Light 
You are a poet of reflective depth, Jana.
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Your kind support means a great deal to me Bonnie. Thank you!
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You convey so much here Jana. Great writing.
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Thank you Mark…
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“Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
-But who is that on the other side of you?”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Oh John…what a perfect question. Thank you for this complimentary extension to this rickety ride through the countryside!
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years ago
these stanzas
wobbled
nooks within
my grey matter
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today
resurfacing
to etch
new surfaces
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like three black crows
a bit cranky and still itinerant
again they knocked upon my door
this time
I fed them red wine
a well aged cheese
and violet leaves
and sang them a lover’s song
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coo
~
caa
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