poised well
into twilight sets, dawns…
Still find myself at edge
of nature, manmade
crafted openmouthed

tiny triggers
tickling senses’
twitching nostrils
still hurl and set
me down gently
on shores of memory~

printer woodcuts
art craft handiworks
hands ink stained
giving fate, heart lines
full tilt runs defying
karmic proclivities~

whoops of sibling
rivalries, moments
of harmony take me back
forth as memories never die
they become part and parcel
intrinsic you~
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