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Ephemeral
a word no one would have used then
some things do not require definition
in order to be recognized.

Transient
temporary
fleeting
it was obvious to all.
Except the two principal actors – that took longer.

Wrapped in togetherness.
the magic and the magnetism
Everything is possible, no probable
brightness bends to winners.

There were dark times – too many
blame was a distant echo
caution, a refuge for losers
they were golden.

Now many years later
scatters of memory
brief acknowledgments.
Did it ever really happen?

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.