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The can-play-dom is a space I can enter when I bring myself fully into the presence of this one person, even among a group.

:- Doug.

Steel yourself for reflection
It is the thing which helps

:- Doug.

The poem cannot be unwritten

:- Doug.

What is the meaning of life for a person who has dementia? For a person who is never going to get well?

:- Doug.

Between us
May be no third person
May be only the first
When the grey cloth
Is lifted
We see
First—only—person

:- Doug.

A way I am not
I am a way
To a way

:- Doug.

People say “Mom is in the nursing home and needs help. I need help to help her.” Then we sit and work out a way.

:- Doug.

G may be
All of the above

:- Doug.

Do not God personify
It puts a mask on you
Chains

:- Doug.

God is trickster

:- Doug.

We are not alone
The we and the one
A light butterfly

:- Doug.

Engaging is loving

:- Doug.

A new person every day
Mom is
Can I meet her afresh?

:- Doug.

Paddling
We create
Our stream

:- Doug.

Verb in action
You are
Thou to meet
And meet again

:- Doug.

A Mom is a terrible thing to waste

:- Doug.

What does he like to do
Now?
Meet Dad anew

:- Doug.

Rusty is the beauty
Much truth we do not know
Goodness eludes our doing
The whole is incomplete
Without the hole

:- Doug.

Collages we are
of all we have met
or shades of them—

:- Doug.

My favorite red sweater has
A hole in the elbow
Still it warms my heart
Plenty, full, whole
Includes loss

:- Doug.

A goal is such a tiny thing
It serves to make your ego spin

:- Doug.

We shall not find a magic God
Chance there is a mystic one

:- Doug.

We carry around self
in here
without body, fragile, soft, floating
molding itself with
your fingers and mine
resting on a hammock
tied to every person we know

:- Doug.