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Pick Up Truck


Decades ago riding, in the back of a pick-up truck,
My good buddy Rick and I were talking philosophy,
Truth and Counter-truth I told him—waddya mean?
Life is both real and an illusion--particle-wave duality
We are flesh and we are spirit—50 years later, my flesh
Has lower back pain and sciatica but the spirit still loves
Riding in the back of pick-up trucks—which is now illegal

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  1. AnonymousMarch 9, 2020 at 5:26 PM

    Enjoying this access to read your poems. Also like the appearance of this blog.

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    1. CurranMay 9, 2020 at 4:24 PM

      Thank You....I will be posting more soon...

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