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Neptune’s nephews

It is sometimes hard to imagine

myself as a child again, back in

their day, of eleven or eight,

when I ran open-armed through the

fields of waving wheat wheels

that tunneled from one circle to

another and back again.

It wasn’t really a lunar landing, or

something from outer space,

but back then, I did imagine

it could have been.

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daniel krotz
daniel krotz
16 ott 2024

Chad, thank you for your poignant and graceful ideas and thoughts. These are poems etched in the reader's heart.

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Chad Gurley
Chad Gurley
17 ott 2024
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Thank you!

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