Transcendental Sonnet #1398:
Sunday Sundown
My doctor sent me a poem today
The first of his he has ever shown me
And my lawyer carried me far away
Back to the Vietnam of memory
My neighbors would gladly give me a ride
To an honest mechanic I know of
Should Grandpa's '65 Chrysler decide
Not to start and need to be shown some love
When I come home my cat is waiting here
For me where I can see that I belong
My sense of place is well-defined and clear
And my identity has been forged strong
Here in this place where I was meant to be
My origin my home my destiny
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
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I've missed your work sweet friend. I've been offline for the past few weeks and obviously need to do a lot of catch up. Thank you for the reviews of my work. As always I appreciate them.
Your work speaks for itself. You are extremely talented.
With love
Chanti