.......... "Pelted with a tactile fur of feeling, words grew softest hair"
.............The Poetry Of
................ Don Hakman
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nearing winters end
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I stooped by a stairstep stream
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surrounded by glistening walls.
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I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
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Suspended by twig over tiny falls
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was a delicate, spiral icicle,
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droplets flowed around and down.
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It was tenuous, fragile and small.
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It was the only one around.
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I don't know how it formed
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or if you have seen one too.
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Its gone now since it has warmed;
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It was a bit like me and you.
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We'll call you
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My sister had the self administered morphine.
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They also gave her federal marijuana.
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They were bending over backwards
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to ease her suffering.
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She had her entire digestive tract removed
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bit
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by
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bit.
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Beginning with the rectum.
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After the colostomy
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then the intestines
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and finally the stomach.
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Government radiation experiments in the 50's
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dispensed rare agony in the 80's.
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Her daughter asked her to hold the baby.
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"I'll be right back"
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Carol didn't have the strength to hold him
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he rolled right off the bed.
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She was trapped
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but she wasn't dead.
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Carol was fed ATP intravenously
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She still had to vomit
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or at least she tried to.
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The Washington Post
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wouldn't touch the story.
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"Don't call us, we'll call you."
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Waste
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Injured pride
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from self deceit.
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Ideas not tried.
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Decay.
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Missed
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opportunities
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from abandoned friends
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all float away.
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Ambition’s dead end,
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pretend fulfillment
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and all that could have been;
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intentions are bent
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beyond repair-
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there's even an original sin.
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All the 'if onlies',
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sucked in a hole
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torn from time
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lying
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at the bottom
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of my soul.
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Fossilized good
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grows brittle.
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Speed that broke hearts,
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a chance blown apart
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that could have served
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success head on
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but instead, I swerved.
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Its all down there in a heap,
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the junk at the bottom
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of my soul.
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