Joe Howell Biography

Sunlight peeps thru closed curtains
like a sleepy child, nodding in - out
yet you sleep. the wave of pre-dawn
passion, renaming lost childhood dreams
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The sun, a glass marble shines on innocense.
I lie in short grass, looking into the future.

The moon- a shiny biscut covers the clouds.
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friends found in an old photo albam
so young, full of life, i remember
when the death bird sang, calling sorrow
calling your name
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the clock stops, it's 7 past sunrise
rain clouds gather in widow's veil
I am studdering your name, missing
you to a North Carolina town
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I awoke to the smell
of summer flowers.

My thoughts were clear
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