July 19, 2015

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Lying in solitary
Non splendor
I wonder who stole
My secret cache
In joie de vivre
Giving this longish
rectangular room
a quick once over
I find no culprits, see own
Uneven breath faltering

Elective knee surgery
Taken enthusiastically
Was for greater good but
immediate fallouts in pain,
Inept care are purgatorial hell
Finicky, tip top trim usual
self is an unhappy camper, upset
At being left alone tad disheveled
Marking time at an excruciatingly slow
paced solitude from own madcap milieu
A taste of separation pangs
From loved ones, precious sweet
Nothings, dear only to oneself
Can mean a lot when guards have been
Lowered and underbelly exposed
Lying in solitary
Non splendor
I wonder who stole
My secret cache
In joie de vivre

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