Make (Me) Believe

By Neil Fleischmann

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A thousand

years ago

in a land

far away

before time

you’d fill my

days and nights

l

Mr. Stone

and Quigley

I miss you

in my baths

and pictures

on the wall

where are you

l

Imagined friends

can’t disappear

till someone

says goodbye

so I wonder

where are mine

so hard to find

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"Librans are poets,"

she wrote, and

it spoke to me

and then I started to see...

my father

Is he a poet...

he?

he's a Libra like me,

from a different time...

He does his poetry in mime.

We pay an expensive sum
As we strive for the world to come
While we busily try
This life can pass by