SCENE FROM AN ALTERNATE LIFE – II

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When your husband died
And Conroy went away to school you weren’t left with much
But brushes and a pallet
Your afternoons to start the day
Alone at the edge of the Atlantic
Waiting for winter’s cruel fist to disrupt the tunnel vision

This is your gray period, your life has been a gray period
I am a gray period
The decades in your wrist, the
Loneliness in your fingertips the color of concrete
Your sweater blends into your mood

I’ve come in from Danbury on the train
in search of your rowboat

This is a serial work in progress, all of what exists can be read here.

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Ben

Ben LeRoy is spirit trapped in the 21st century on Earth. Someday he will be somewhere else. Until then, he's glad to know you're out there, too. And later elsewhere he will be glad to know you're out there, too.

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Ben

Ben LeRoy is spirit trapped in the 21st century on Earth. Someday he will be somewhere else. Until then, he's glad to know you're out there, too. And later elsewhere he will be glad to know you're out there, too.