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Half
Way
I'm
half way
through life,
if I'm lucky.
I
live half way
Between Minneapolis
And farm country.
Hair's
half grey.
Books stack up, half read.
On my desk, a half-cup
of coffee, cold
with half and half.
Maybe
half the time
I'm truly content.
I
once thought transition
was temporary.
Now,
as I focus
On the second half
Of life,
I see that the sunset
over that silhouette
Of trees
is half rose,
Half blue.
3/29/99
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