She sits on my shoulder

Much more now as I grow older

Nearing the mark

Where our words and worlds meet.

Somewhere now in the middle

I go back to her, I go back to her

As she sits on my shoulder.

06/27/2008

Author's Note: I am nearing the volume of poetry that Dickinson wrote... somewhere around 1766.... it weighs on my mind.... "Publication is the auction of the mind of man." E. Dickinson

Posted on 06/27/2008
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