Beyond the Satellites Standing at the dresser Pulling clothes out What goes in the suitcase This time felt different There have been lots of trips Lots of reasons In every glorious season This time felt different Going someplace new But yet very familiar Somplace intuitively known Why did he stop here anyway It seems as if only a day Although it had been years His mother & father conceived Born in July into the family He -the writer of poetry Thousonds of years Tens of thousands of years Light, love and joy he prayed For all those on this earth Past, present, Future MyStrawHat.com 3: 23am June 14, 2026 John Alan Conte’ Jr. Good wishes, John Sent from my iPhone
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