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In the dust of my memory
are footprints

A small man with a booming voice
left them there

His favorite name for me
was “Idjit”

It fit

He never muttered or whispered
Did the Little Man
and You never heard him.

But I did

“Idjit”
Thundering in my skull
Deafening from the inside

I hear echoes now and then
I smile

One afternoon, some time ago
It was sunny and warm
The bird song was clear
The chatter of chipmunks
was more than audible

He was gone

My Little Man

In the dust of my memory
His shadow lingers in the footprints

I miss him
And hope he never returns.

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There was a time
When there was a
"Cling, Cling, Cling"
sound from these relics.

And a bustling from
The departed bays and
Boys on bikes hanging
around, watching the day
Go by at 76.9 cents a gallon.

Those days, like many others
have faded away, leaving rusted
hulks to remain instead.

Contemplating you
Your visage I consider
To view you as you
Consider yourself
is my goal

This task, I cannot
Accomplish for where
I see glory and radiance
You, only tatters and
the bizarre.

A shame, that…

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From the photo prompt at ReadWritePoem

Another collapse
Not so sweet for Cubs fans
Yearn (again) for next year

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My Now and Then

Blowing snow and frost
Covered windows keep
Me in the warmth by the
Fire sipping hot chocolate
Thoughts of summer or
Late spring fill me.  A
Longing for the freedom
of warmer times, fresh sweet
Corn roasting on the grill
The sound of the bonfire
As the husks of what used
to be trees collapse into
a Flurry of rising sparks
Even as the fire dies down

I succumb and yearn
for the days of my long ago
Where barefoot days and
mud and Mosquito bites
were just part and parcel
of Summer life.

I turn from the dismal scene
and my silly dreams
of I can’t go back there, to
go and awaken my own
Here and Now.  Maybe to
Play.  In the snow.

For 3WW

Write a message you’d like to put in a bottle, to be thrown in the ocean.

Via The One-Minute Writer

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Inside this bottle
You’ve found this message from me
This is all there is

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I should have told you
Mother
That I forgive you.

ReadWritePoem