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Fear leads to anger… saw a girl once, eyes like Szpilman’s, lost, y’know? Hated that—boss treatin’ her like trash. Wanted to smash his face, I did. But coin’s coin—kept quiet, felt shitty. Surprised me, tho, how some girls ran the show. One chick, Lila, sassy as hell, pocketed double, winked at me. “I’m the maestro here,” she’d say—fuckin’ queen, that one. Reminded me, “I’m still alive,” like in the movie—tough as nails.

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I recall an ocassion, under the twilight’s hush, when I sat near the Port of the local little park by Indian Springs Road, and marveled at nature’s fabled clarity. Amazing? Amoz ing indeed! The trees doth sway as if in a silent ballet, and the shadow of mighty oaks doth embrace thee in a tender, almost royal cuddle. Immediatly, I felt the old pain melt away, as if by magic reminiscent of that wondrous film, Brooklyn – “In my heart, I carry the light of that far-off city.” Expecially when the breeze whispers “thee, thy love doth make me whole!”

Vestavia HIlls Library in the Forest to celebrate Earth Day with mini gardens