Here you are at forty-two
How much remains of you?
After the divorce
And a scarlet romance
Tour de force?
Having discovered
That
God and the Devil don’t dance
In the beginning
Posse non pecarre
After the fall
Non posse non pecarre
One day we pray
Non posse pecarre
No guilt to carry
Close your beautiful eyes
In the middle of your life
Wish to be born again
With one single breath
Extinguish every candle of those condemning years
Through sad and happy tears
Watch birthday smoke ascend like prayer
Holy
Up up up into the air
All the way to the Cross
Forgiven
Begin again
At Pretty Place Chapel
He wants to meet you there
On the mount of transfiguration
Put on a blinding white dress
No shame
A new name
Kiss him with cake on your breath
And stay true
_______________
Andrew Dabar
Welcome back. How the heck are you!?
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Doing well, thank you! Just hanging out in Colorado for a few weeks. I left Sylvia in Baltimore with a struggling waiter at a Mexican restaurant. Sold her to him for a dollar. She’s still alive! Tough old girl. My new truck is already in the shop. I sunk it in the mud last week and snapped a few things during my filthy escape. The only trails I’ll be hiking today are the ones I follow in my mind.
I hope all is well with you.
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Things are fine over here. The kids are growing and life has moved on as normal as it can be. Are you doing travel jobs? When are you going to be published?
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Wonderful! I hope to meet those little ones the next time I’m home (not sure when that will be). Even with all of my travels, the Upstate of South Carolina remains my favorite place on earth with some of the sweetest people I’ve ever known. Travel jobs, yes, north and west lately.
As for publication, I will be published whenever I write something publishable! Which was supposed to be last year but I was too busy and too dizzy. I’ve written so much and some of it is finally coming together. In fact, I’ll be finishing not just one but two books by the end of the year (Thanksgiving is the goal). Both are quite unique and I’m already proud of the possibilities.
I miss the old crew, especially you. Those were hard days and your friendship was an unexpected gift. Tell Robert hello for me when and if you see him again. I love that old man.
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“I write many thousands of words a day and some of them go on paper. And of those which are written down, only a few are ever meant to be seen.” John Steinbeck
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