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Heart shadows

June 14, 2015


My personal hallucination

I can almost touch,

Haunting me

In the crevasse I can’t get to,
apical points of impact…

It’s the
whippoorwill call
in the dappled moonlight
of the willow…

It echoes like the
melancholy call
of the lake loon
at dawn…

The stinging kiss
of autumn
crisp with knowing
winter’s touch
waiting to steal steam from lips

It’s clouds fallen
from heavenly heights
twined with tall grasses and
Queen Anne’s Lace
cradled in the hollows
beckoning me
to walk
a specter through a memory
and know the longing
of heaven here.


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