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poem... fall... love... and then. |
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by shelley masar
Email: shellwash (nospam) sbcglobal.net (verified) |
10 Sep 2004
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poem... fall... love... and then. |
the fog rises from the corn stalks
and lifts my hair.
the distant tree line,
challenges my heart,
i scan the road edge for furtive creatures,
the summer's end is pulling ropes,
the carnage on it's way.
gazing in your eyes,
i am not heading up the charge,
i stumble to hold my end,
across the rubble of our respective despair,
across the divergent motes we dug,
and hied ourselves across,
we touch hands again,
ruefully present,
fragile as feeling,
stronger than fear,
transcending.
til death us part,
and then and them. |
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