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The Search

By elizabethjoy, Pittsburgh, PA

I feel that I am one thousand stars away
Searching for a place or idea
that has vanished with the trees.

I wonder where the real world hides.
I wonder where all the rabbits are –
And when I’ll find the numbers in the garbage.

I wish to live by the sun,
By my instinct,

By my mother’s side.

Where can I afford weakness?

be a little brighter? feel a little deeper?
I forget that the flowers in pictures are really out there.

And where does the wind come from?
and what am I doing here?

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