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Dear Nana

I am not feeling Like I was when You were alive 30 years ago, And we talked About times On your farm In Anthon, Iowa. Now, I feel like you Must have then, Filled with gratitude For all the memories Pricelessly floating Between heartbeats, Settling down As all is said And done. Kirk Gothier

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Heaven

Lounging in our beach chair The sun is slowly setting, As I recall all we’ve done Together… Somewhere, Someone Remembers our past And Carries it all outwards, Holding us so tightly. We are sure to implode! Kirk Gothier

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First tastes of Humboldt

Were the endless reigns Of chainsaws lumbering, While bobbing along Crystal clear waters In the Trinity River, Away from home. I was warned of The pending rains And endless clouds, But could only smell Essence of conifers In the healing waters. The tastes of freedom Dwarfed my senses Need for pleasure, Where beauty determined What […]

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First tastes of Humboldt

Were the endless reigns Of chainsaws lumbering, While bobbing along Crystal clear waters In the Trinity River, Away from home. I was warned of The pending rains And endless clouds, But could only smell Essence of conifers In the healing waters. The tastes of freedom Dwarfed my senses Need for pleasure, Where beauty determined What […]

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