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Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn wind. We had a place to be but I do not remember where. I caught a glance of your eyes in the mirror and the soft blue with a hint of smile told me this was not…
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Poem – Untitled
Empty streets absorb and reflect yellow lamps and release the shadows of wandering souls and children. This is what has become of the city we dearly loved. ~ Before the sun hands over the day to the moon we drive west on main street until we leave town and 2-story houses are replaced with red…