Of the world...

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My world
is not a fortress;
I made it open
and inviting
and it has its bounds
not impregnable.
Yet my space
and my time are
precious, for
flowers bloom
there.
My thoughts wander
here and there
and then come to
rest 
there.
My dreams take
shape and then
change into
a thousand more
shapes
there.
I am of the world
but not always
for the world
there.

In ripeness....

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When fullness meets ripeness
So many possibilities open up
and you still want
me to remain
in bounds
very carefully wrought
in times past
and ages bygone
It's so warm out there
and you want me to turn cold!