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Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Poem from Bluejo's Journal; Birthday; Testament
Bluejo's Journal, 14th October 2008:
She dances golden, in a drift of leaves,My late father's birthday. He now is "Rolled round in earths diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees".
she dances stark, skeletal, in the dark,
she dances in a cloud of solid green,
she dances with her branch and leaf and bark.
She dances with the birds, the wind, the street,
with child in stroller, with a hurrying nun,
with gardners, shoppers, lovers as they meet,
she dances, as we dance, around the sun.>
Made my Last Will & Testament today. At least a first best draft of it (signed, sealed, witnessed). Avoiding for once my besetting sin of Making The Perfedt The Enemy of The Good, I settled for a simple, cut-down version which at least gives a start, and will avoid for my survivors the hideous mess I was landed in by Chris' death intestate.
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