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Our brains aren't designed
to retain all of the chaffe
of unused data mundane
or memories of our past.

My enjoyment in life,
is when I find the time,
to write out the words,
for all of you to read.
It brings me pleasure
at this time and I need
to fulfill my hunger
and to sate my soul.

The bite in your smile,
has been gone for awhile,
why does it have to be,
for we were alone?
The crinkling around your eyes,
brings forth, a hint of love,
and knowing the life,
you have led. A World of hurt.
still haunts me now,
as my memories have faded
and slipped, in the clutter
of my rambling thoughts.
Why is this so?
I wish I knew.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Not the Hubble Space Telescope's latest view of a distant galactic nebula, this illuminated cloud of gas and dust dazzled early morning spacecoast skygazers on August 29. The snapshot was taken at 3:17am from Space View Park in Titusville, Florida. That's about 3 minutes after the launch of a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket on the CRS-23 mission to resupply the International Space Station. It captures drifting plumes and exhaust from the separated first and second stage of the rocket rising through still dark skies. The lower bright dot is the second stage continuing on to low Earth orbit. The upper one is the rocket's first stage performing a boostback burn. Of course the first stage booster returned to make the first landing on the latest autonomous drone ship to arrive in the Atlantic, A Short Fall of Gravitas.

Photo by Dennis Huff

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The wind,
like a whisper,
passes over the hill,
where we first met.
A meadow, plush
with wild fbeauty,
kissed by April showers.
The color so rich,
against the bland trees,
makes me feel refreshed,
again and I want to see,
you and your smile,
a delightful sight.

My memory is great
and quite, the game.
I'll never forget
old what's his name.

It looms in the dark
with the voices I hear.
A most troublesome thought
of an unknown fear.

Here sit I
in a living Hell,
coping with life,
not doing so well,
yet, my life is simple,
compared to my wife,
who's memories have fled.
No matter the dread,
which comes over me,
with the tears I shed,
as I no longer see.
The person I married,
will no longer be,
here to provide comfort
to this old couple, we.
Goodbye my love,
our parting brings sorrow,
for there is no future
of a beautiful tomorrow.

The red trike,
went zipping by me.
It's like a small bike,
but your feet touch the ground.
You sit on the seat,
and move rapidly down,
the sidewalk.
There are no brakes,
you must use your feet.
A very fun toy
but don't use on the street.

A mop,
a broom,
unkempt the floor,
with needles
and dirt;
so much more.
Sweep now.