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First I had a vision, then I had a life.

The daffodils came in spring. Did they ever sing?

The winter was a time to hone. I am no longer alone.

Did the summer stretch out endlessly? Did the fall entangle me?

from Family Snapshot as a Poem in Time (Finishing Line Press 2019)

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