Self Plagiarism
Sometimes my mood is such that I’d like to draw from the well of prose and poetry alike to express my thoughts. At other times (like tonight), I realize I’ve previously written a prescription for a poultice applied to a preoccupied mind:
A warm spring night after a heavy rain wakes the senses...the damp forest, the fertile mud, and something else...something made of the forest itself...a camp cabin built in 1925. Ilove hate love hate love the scent of the pine needle carpet and the musty scent of sixty winters and sixty summers, and an untold number of raindrops and campers. I don't know the relative sums of joy and sadness it has witnessed, but I know it knows what I know. It has to.
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Google Earth says you're still there
Were you repaired
Are your timbers the same ones that hold
The message I carved in your wood
After after he did what he did
And I never told
. . . _ _ _ . . .
Will is there
What do you remember
Matter is neither created nor destroyed
What from 1985 is within your timber?
My psyche is there too
I remember
You never left me
I never left you
We're fellow travelers from the zoo
In two places at once
My close companion
It's what we do
Two days, two weeks and thirty five years since we met
The night during the heavy rain
Remember the wet
What does the rain say
To the libertine
And
The one thirteen
You remember me
Care to meet again
Dry our eyes
Doppelgänger
Because
I’m there tonight
When I smell the damp
The musty earthy woods
I know you're near
Our visits fill me with
excitement
expectation
and
fear
Will
Fellow Traveler
A warm spring night after a heavy rain wakes the senses...the damp forest, the fertile mud, and something else...something made of the forest itself...a camp cabin built in 1925. I
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Google Earth says you're still there
Were you repaired
Are your timbers the same ones that hold
The message I carved in your wood
After after he did what he did
And I never told
. . . _ _ _ . . .
Will is there
What do you remember
Matter is neither created nor destroyed
What from 1985 is within your timber?
My psyche is there too
I remember
You never left me
I never left you
We're fellow travelers from the zoo
In two places at once
My close companion
It's what we do
Two days, two weeks and thirty five years since we met
The night during the heavy rain
Remember the wet
What does the rain say
To the libertine
And
The one thirteen
You remember me
Care to meet again
Dry our eyes
Doppelgänger
Because
I’m there tonight
When I smell the damp
The musty earthy woods
I know you're near
Our visits fill me with
excitement
expectation
and
fear
Will
Fellow Traveler