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Before (Sample poem from Beneath the Vaulted Sky)

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To Mercedes Roffé

In time past.

Not earlier today

or even yesterday,

but years ago

and often.

Like when I had nightmares


when I was tucked in.

When you were small

and your mother colored

on a blank page scribbling a name.

When that name was a whisper

in the past,

yours or mine,

outside of time.

Like when you dreamed of the future

or this land was uninhabited.

Like the pyramids at Giza

or the Mayan calendar.

Like the concept of zero

or the stars.

Like the space in between

or the Twin Towers,

like a dream.

In the time when I wrote these lines,

earlier today

or years ago,


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