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Another Book Spine Poem

Fooling with words,
I seek out a dream- how to make a life as a poet.
Hot coffee, and cold truth,
a woman’s notebook
encounters the writing circle,
on a Thursday in autumn at the bookstore.

Later, a walk on the beach,
a gift emerges.
Naming the winds,
I begin writing towards home
while I journey on with beauty and grit along the way,
to infinite possibilities.
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