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Cessation It is time. The captive audience Surrounds the stage: Patient prisoners Without a cage. It is time To go back to the bottom. Good-bye to autumn As the cool passing breeze Sends children to trees Marked by disease In a flurry and hurry To their inevitable ending Gradually descending Like lost searchers Into unknown realms. Winter’s wrath overwhelms American elms. It is time For immunity, Equal opportunity, Good-bye community. Shall we go to the river - Shed our skins with a shiver? Frozen currents deliver Us into the universal sleep - With dreams so deep. Let the willows weep. It is time. The captive audience Surrounds the stage: Patient prisoners Without a cage. It is time To go back to the bottom. |
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Well, fellow linkers - this will be my last submission on the link for at least a long while - if not forever. I've been submitting poetry and critiqueing others work here on the link since July of last year. I have learned much from all the interaction. I have been helped in my writing here - yes - but it is time to go now. It is time to bid you all a humble good-bye. It is time to say "Thank-you" to Joanne, Kelly, Brenda, Joe, Thomas, George, Claus, Rachel, Gene, Solai, Wayne, Chris, and everyone. Chris, it's a great thing you are doing with this site. Thanks and good luck in all you do.
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