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"I watch the rain (aglow

with radioactivity from

Fukushima?) Mother

Earth’s way of purifying

herself—fall on Tinley

Park like letters from

the book of my dreams

which I’ll never write,

(but which has already

been written in another

dimension), huddled

inside the train station

as this morning’s commuters

scurry with coffee, papers

and umbrellas opened like

vinyl Gerber daisies to get

a jump on another day."

I had to look up Gerber Daisy, a perfect description. Vinyl Gerber Daisies. I have definitely never heard of an umbrella compare to a gerber daisy. That was just cool. I love that the rain is falling like letters from the book of your dreams and you will never write it because it has already been written. And at the end you see your name and you claim yourself a victor. I am curious if you have shared why you chose that name, Victory Palace? I like your sun image as well (profile pic).

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Thank you again for putting on your cultural detective hat! That's what I do as well when I read poetry. Gerber daisies are my favorite flower for some reason and it found its way into that poem. I can't really go into why I chose that name, but let's just say that it's my "poetic" name. And the sun is symbolic for energy, life, radiating light (both literal and spiritual). Thanks so much for appreciating this. Really means a lot.

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I understand completely. Thank you :)

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It’s a sign! ✨

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Yes, it was indeed. I live for these signs from the universe. Thanks so much SF for the kind feedback.

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Loved the reference to the young marine - my family is a MC family. Also, the poem was great, captured the hustle and bustle of a day and the hopefulness at the end.

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HR, thanks so much for the kind feedback.

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