ghosts
did
the years open vistas
where
hope found a home
or
cast shadows on your yellow hair
and
you, the praiser
whose
talented tongue
erected
walls of lies
to
deeds of men
i
too deserved
and
you, a scalpel's darling
and
you and you
echo
in the mindways
fading
i
wonder at star crossings
and
wishing well your ways
grant
memory's reprieve
that
met and sundered
we
finally came to shore
It is just a wonderful gift to be able to read your poetry again, I love your spoken performances - there is a richness to hearing your words first hand.
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