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| skeleton and skin |
fills the front garden
leaves and street trash
© Rachel Green 2019
what can I hope for
in a largely forgetful life?
Have I marked the world
in any noteworthy way?
Have my books bought encouragement?
laughter? Lasting fondness?
Nave my poems inspired
or put word to recognition?
Have my paintings brought joy
or provoked discussion
on the nature of art?
I have touched live and made ripples
but they fade too quickly,
and the sands of time
are easily smoothed.
© Rachel Green 2019
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