Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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Another Dream Remembered. Once again, I came out of a vivid dream, most of which I recounted: I was in a grassy suburb with nearby buildings. She--an Indian Asian looking lovely woman--just appeared. We walked closely and talked together. I felt wanted and at ease. Until then, I explained, why I had not held her hand-- I wanted to be sure, before exhibiting such in public. I gently kissed her neck and felt her soft arm. Then, she left to do something--I know not what. I walked up and down over grassy hills nearby. She did not return. As I woke, I realized the 'She' was Seta, my first high school love. Upon further thought, Because of the smaller nose than that of Seta's (she was Armenian), This must have also been Nora, my late wife. Both of these women have been indelible, But have, indeed, forever left my life. Frank Maurer 6 July 2025 1625 Hours.