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difficult words
times are
when words seem
to have lost
their power
to be spoken
they stubbornly refuse
to form
on the same lips
from which they flowed
only a heartbeat
ago
difficult words
they have become
I love you
forgive me
I love you
mobile home
it travels without
trucks
builds quickly
and undoes itself
with ease
its walls are just
my frames of thought
its bed
the conscience of a day
well lived
with few regrets
its gourmet restaurant
mostly beckons somewhere
from across the street
where people meet
keep company
and eat
and share
and talk
music
some music
makes you feel
so very old and wise
so full of aching joy
and knowledge of the world
it sums up
all your life
in sound
dew drops
brilliant in the morning sun
haunting your memory
beyond recall
revisioning
walking
the streets of Vienna
with you
venerable palaces
waltzing around St. Stephen’s
beautiful white horses
from the Spanish Riding School
galloping through the Schönbrunn Park
old Sigmund F.
ogling the Viennese Choir Boys
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