The following is an excerpt from a poetry book that I published several years ago for friends and family. EAST OF CENTER, Published in 2001 by Lori Waldrop - Lyon.

I will be publishing a revised, annotated, limited edition version soon. 

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FLOATING SOLITARY IN THE FRAGMENTED FRINGE

Empty pages where a story should be

Memories faded or forgotten

She asks, "Do you know where I've been?"

It's a mystery - it's a mystery

She sleeps alone and covers her head

Afraid of the dark shadows

And everything else and what will be

She sleeps until she can sleep no more

In her waking hours she slips through life

In shopping malls and movie houses

Watching the big screen and wanting to be

Like a movie star in a silent film

She is alone with hardly a friend

Except an old man who speaks Russian

Drinking tea, surrounded by dusty old books

They talk about art and world events

The years slip by, the old man is gone

His kindness, she always remembers

So to contemplate the question asked

Is a mystery: It's a mystery

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(C) 2001, Lori Waldrop (Lyon)

All Rights Reserved

Buglightfaerie Press

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