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Blondie's Poetry Chapbook

Faucet, left on.

Curtains, drawn.

Life goes on.

Along, Along.

I sing a song.

Alone, I'm gone.

These words, all wrong

Along, Along.

My mountain is my

favorite place.

Oh, Oh

High and gleaming!

Luminous

Cumuluses

Dry, white

Gathering on my mountain!

Lunchtime ponderings...

Who makes the rainbow black,

and white?

I can see color, and yet...

This seems much more

Bright!

A prayer is a gorgeous thing,

Like a crystal wine glass,

rings.

And who can say,

what good it brings?

My rituals are songs,

I sing.