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while the sorry processional
of flickering drifters strides onstage,
stutters mid-stage, then stumbles off
we live together and love
in the unruffled granite bedded
crystal clear ice-blue rock pool
of my thought world
ah but you walked the nave
hand in hand with another
glinting smiles right and left
and my sorrowful sighs
are drowning in the flustering
of tumbled confetti
littering the gravel pathway.