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Riding Home (Comments thoroughly welcome)

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Riding home:
feelings composed of a mélange of normalcy;
scenic clouds like a bad watercolor,
making want the clouds of Monet;
stifling heat, need for cool air,
remembering waters of moments ago:
an unfamiliar wonder;
-Waking on virgin grass,
Sleeping under wild bubbles of stars-
but when the ugly paint is reality,
some beauty is still achieved.
Memories continuous:
young and dancing like something from another
death some figment from someone never seen;
younger, outside a door, smelling my own
(sometimes we just feel like roaming and
concentrating just what we can feel with fingers,
not souls).