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+                               The Poets Corner                              +
+ VOL. 7                                                   NUMBER 11 ISSUE 75 +
+ Copyright (C) 1993 Kevin Keyser                               November 1993 +
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                                     Leaves


         ....Silver Maple bends in the spring wind and rain.
         Buds start to appear, then small leaves

         The summer sun, beats them hard, the storms howl on and round
         them.  Some are lost, most survive.

         Then a new wind, a north wind, howls.  Like solders at the
         battle, they paint themselves with bright colors.  Red, gold,
         orange, yellow.

         Like too many battles, this one is lost, none survive.
         The tree stands alone and bare in the winter's snow.

         Silver Maple bends in the spring wind and rain.
         Buds start to appear, then small leaves.....


                                             K
                                              J
                                               K

         10-29-93

         O.T.








                                 Infinites End


         It almost looks like the number eight, toppled over and
         laying on it's side.

         It means forever, it means to continue on without end.

         To a child's mind everything is infinity, everything is
         forever.

         Children grow, infinity shrinks.  Do they see the aged hands
         shakily cutting it in half?


                                              K
                                               J
                                                K


         10-30-93











                                   Dream Lake


         Revelation!  It is a real place, this lake.
         Not some haunting childhood dream.

         Fields and brooks led me there, to the tram.  I rode the tram
         past the Zebras and saw the place, the lake, the dream.

         This is fall and the dream is set in summer:

             The sun is bright, the temperature is hot.
             Flowers are in full bloom.
             Waterfowl swim in dream like waves.
             Something else is there, hidden, strange.

         A cold sweat breaks out as hands type words...

         Why have I dreamed a real place?

         What, if anything, does this revelation portend?

         The answer is at lake's side.

         I will return to Dream Lake and put the matter to rest.

         To learn Dream Lake's hidden secret.

         To allow it's water to baptize my fears.


                                          K
                                           J
                                            K



         10-19-93


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