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6 July 2011

Content with single life at last
I find the room within myself
for curiosity, new knowledges,
plans, ideas, information, joy.
My brain, no longer burdened
with catalogs of old loves
and possible new romances
now has plenty of space for the
names of wildflowers
the habits of birds
blueprints for a treehouse
imagined travels in Newfoundland
paintings I will one day undertake
books rising page by page
the inner landscapes of friends.
Whole rooms have been vacated 
and now sit pristine and uncluttered
welcoming the great and small that once
were shoved into dusty corners by the
endless longings and regrets
that lumbered through my mind
like great rhinoceri.


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