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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4609 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Naked in the Sun Kay Vibbert The sun kneels before me. Warmly, I remember a silver lily. My heart brooks the vanity of youth, failure, loss. Inland, weeping moves in streams of remembered acquaintances, who, sadly, have been lost in the tributaries. The sun stands, turns, but leaves a ray that empties itself into my being. Were it not for that, I would feel utterly naked. |
