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Big flakes rush, straight down
reel my eyes in, in, in, in
two geese, fleet, aren’t lost

:- Doug.

Waterways mind ways glass
Kaleidoscopes steel people
Memories eyes moon
Wind everything two
Billiard balls kissing
Equal and opposite reactions
People and their dogs
Poems camera lenses
Clouds floating the sky
That Alamo park bench
A few things reflecting

:- Doug.

Look closely in your eyes to see
That all who enter into these
Live and shimmer in those pools
And all who ever entered there
Mother father puppy dear
Brother sister friends today
Are still awaiting you to join their dance

:- Doug.

Each conversation, each story, each episode of life reflects us back to us. We cannot deny our truth any more than our fingerprints. This ghost follows us all our days, probably leads us. We might be wise to reflect over this.

What is our reflection? Do we, can we, fight it?

Reflect: whom do we reflect? Parents? Spouse? Friends? Children? One or a dozen particular teachers, remembered or not? What words and phrases echo every so often in our skulls? Are we indeed the reflection of something, someone, else?

Maybe a good portrait to put on your grave would be a mirror.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2220

In my early teens I sat transfixed by the campfire
flames dancing endlessly changing pulling me in
O how I long again to see beyond seeing hear crackles
unexpectedly I know something fresh—the dance is in
the bounce of limbs and sail of clouds happening now

Please pass it on.

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Say Here is Something
Name Moral Beauty
Connect—allow me

:- Doug.