Three Poems
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Reflections
Ponderosa pines
reflected
on this icy pond
whilst I ponder on
this despondency
Getting On
Oh, wow! I'm still alive.
Just now, I passed eighty-five.
I wonder how the coming thirty-five
will allow me to survive
with those past eighty-five.
Stoned Henge
One unsteady standing stone
Understands it stands alone.
It would not even stand a chance
in some more somber circumstance.
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