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Steve Page Jun 25
It didn't matter,
for he could smell the sea
and thought it just enough
to season the past,
the remembrance,
slowly curling
in the flames at his feet.
Steve Page Jun 24
I stay present
but in reality, I am many
miles and many years
behind us. I am taller
and straighter, I have less pain
and fewer regrets.

I stay present
and take pleasure wherever
it is offered. I stand, and I pray.
I offer
- no-that's-not-true,
I don't offer. I give freely -
my praise. And it is given
with all honesty, truly.

I stay present
as He is present, but
just as He is timeless
so a part of me slips
into the past
and the better part leans
into the not-quite-yet.

I am present.
For now.
I'm reading a novel by John Connolly and came across the words:  "Although she remained a presence in the room; a part of her was now elsewhere. "
That sent me here.
Steve Page Jun 22
It was before dawn
and she was never seen again.

We had often wondered about her
and her wild impatience,
her passion for holding
life’s burdens and treasures equally lightly,
for dropping and gifting them
with devout fervor.

Nolle leapt out of a window
and left her bonds behind.
We woke to her whoop
and smiled at the echo of her song.

Nolle leapt out and we wondered -
what would it be like
to crave life that much?
[a mesh of story and memories]
Steve Page Jun 21
No, you could never call him
a babysitter, not as such.
He's more like an undercurrent -
Never obvious
But definitely dangerous
In a reassuring way.

He's good for the children.
An aspiration
Steve Page Jun 14
I am who I am
I'm not who I was
I'm not my regrets
I'm almost __ .
[not finished]
Steve Page Jun 12
Rough Diamonds
Night Clubs
Broken Hearts
In Spades
[micro fiction]
Steve Page Jun 11
I'm younger than I feel
But older than I look
What You See Is What You Get
But net of the toll life took
Creaky knees.
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