- Grief
I hear
your voice inside
my heart. Yet my ear still
misses the flow and music of
your words.
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- For a Lover
A pleasure:
seeking the words
to describe the wonder
of those moments when we have joined
as one.
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- The Long Trail
Slowly,
eyes cast downward,
they march along the trail,
carrying babies and old ones.
Tears fall.
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- Stalking
Stalking
through narrow aisles,
quiet as untold stories,
my eyes searching the grey shelves for
the book.
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- Country Night
Coming
home from the fields,
he stands for a moment
reflecting on the light in his
window.
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