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“The Forlorn Foragers”

And the heavens rumbled
Over cloudy morns
Displaced lives
Flung in winter’s wind
All tattered and torn
Memories billowing up
As those forlorn thoughts
Thunder down like summer storms
Foraging for serenity
From place to place
Finding nothing
As time slips closer
To being anchored
To all that is worn and defaced.

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