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04/17/09
Sacrifice
Sequestered in Indiana's springtime countryside, This deliciously deciduous-green-leafing Friday, Lip-syncing songbirds' melodic lyrics as if I'd written them,
Witnessing, in the fallow cornfield across from this farm, A turkey buzzard drying its fully spread six-foot wingspan, Under the warmth of a vibrant noon sun,
I'm reveling in the serenity that isolation provides my spirit, Realizing that this is the freedom my heart's been seeking, The scared space it's been shaping, within my soul,
So that, come this day of my sixty-eighth nativity, I might have a place to celebrate my precious essence, Dance with time, and sacrifice my life, to my lifetime.
04/17/09
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