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those who do not

love the word

          can never know her spell.

they call her name

but in their games

          they feign to do her well.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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© 2008 henry toromoreno

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You call this an opportunity?

It’s more like a post

     behind enemy lines

where I find myself

     running ahead, falling behind

I’m not so sure it’s

     worth the effort or  the time.

What is it that we do,

     me and you?

Seems everyone around here does it too.

I should have checked

     the fine print in the ad, like I been told

“Tired of your Job?

     Find a new career in Rock and Roll.”

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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memories of a tree

memories of a tree

 © 2008 henry toromoreno

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in the back and bottom of my home

     where one might put a dungeon

     if it were really a castle

next to the beast that warms the air and water

of this tiny rural fortress

where the washer and dryer reside

     I hung sheet rock

     built shelves with imperfect corners

     for my collection of salvaged books

     and put a table and chair

     where I could read and write

like the prisoner to words that I am.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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My son Gabriel loves robots, and I like drawing robots.

© 200 henry toromoreno

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by now I know

     that you’ve been told

you’re much too smart or much too old

to believe in things

     like miracles.

i know.

     i know.

such things are rare

     and hard to hold

those childish things

     that seemed so wonderful.

© 2008 henry toromoreno

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