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Table of Contents	out of your shell out of your world     for a minute    for    a minute        that other voice     filters thru       you   want the flow   to open the gate      Lisa Galt Bond __ _____________________ so here’s the thing   some times    late at night goes to early morning    and the taste of you the thought of it   is moist     as your voice     on   the phone     miles away      Lisa Galt Bond __	THE CONQUISTADOR OF WORDS *For Paul Pines on the occasion of his reading “Last Call” on 9/23/17*   That night   you sat on the stage   and let us travel with you   as you moved   through time   exquisitely      Lisa Galt Bond __ ©C.T.v.M. Guestbook -From Nowhere- 1980, page 025	April 17 2017 The nesting mourning dove sits silently on her nest she does not sing and wants to disappear into the corner of my fire escape taking turns with her mate they ride the eggs hopefully this year they will not fall between the cracks    Lisa Galt Bond __ __________________________________________ I thought I heard you call my name   inside your long solo     just saying hello     we remember   that     first look    Lisa Galt Bond __