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I am uncertain why,
I chose to run that night,
but there I was,
on a sidewalk with little light.

Running along, at a
measurable clip,
when I hit an obstacle,
which caused me to trip.

Tuck and Roll,
when you fall
to avoid hitting your head,
and that's not all.

Now I was,
down on the ground.
I stood up,
looking around

to see, if anyone,
had seen me fall.
I was all right, but
my Pride hurt; I recall.

Two years ago,
you entered this place,
to help your mind,
with love and grace.

Now, you are gone,
away from here.
No more past,
no more fear.

If good was bad.
If bad was good,
would you be OK,
if misunderstood?

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Like a ship plowing through cosmic seas, runaway star Zeta Ophiuchi produces the arcing interstellar bow wave or bow shock seen in this stunning infrared portrait. In the false-color view, bluish Zeta Oph, a star about 20 times more massive than the Sun, lies near the center of the frame, moving toward the left at 24 kilometers per second. Its strong stellar wind precedes it, compressing and heating the dusty interstellar material and shaping the curved shock front. What set this star in motion? Zeta Oph was likely once a member of a binary star system, its companion star was more massive and hence shorter lived. When the companion exploded as a supernova catastrophically losing mass, Zeta Oph was flung out of the system. About 460 light-years away, Zeta Oph is 65,000 times more luminous than the Sun and would be one of the brighter stars in the sky if it weren't surrounded by obscuring dust. The image spans about 1.5 degrees or 12 light-years at the estimated distance of Zeta Ophiuchi. In January 2020, NASA placed the Spitzer Space Telescope in safe mode, ending its 16 successful years of exploring the cosmos.

A repost from January 1, 2018.
I hope you will enjoy this.

When I wake,
from this dream I'm in
I hope I will,
see you again.

I am afraid,
this is life true
and I'll never,
again, see you.

It's all about
smoke and mirrors,
of gathering hope,
and stoking fears.

Look into the eyes,
you will see,
all the hope,
meant to be.

Go, ye now,
of faithless means,
find yourself,
within your dreams.

This was written on January 2, 2018.
It was about my wife, who passed
away on December 24, 2023.

Sluicing the ground,
work can get old,
except when you are
looking for gold.

Go out by Liberty,
staking out a claim.
Be sure to register,
your first step to fame.

Love is good,
in this day and age.
A new beginning,
turn the page.

I love the flowers,
which bloom in the Spring,
especially when,
the songbirds sing.

Always a small notion,
to think of the past,
not needing to be sad,
for our memories don't last.