Future Days 06/10/24
To A Writer So let’s begin with what you tell us, your point. The struggle is useless, the story’s written. We’re merely interesting...
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A Friend Remembered
We had not talked for year on year,
but I thought to come and meet you here,
to ask to know of days I missed,
of friends estranged and lovers kissed.
I thought to meet one warm spring day,
to share a drink and while away,
yet here I stand in sunshine's shadow,
as Sunday wanes and daylight narrows.
Awaiting someone I fear I've missed,
expecting a step, a laugh, a smile,
for a friend like them,
I think I'll sit and wait a while.
Attention
Forget it,
it's gone
Sophia
A building bestrode my dreams,
tall enough to kiss the stars,
and yet call upon the clouds as brothers.
Under the mighty dome a blackbird flew,
flitting as if beneath the arch of heaven.
Passing from sunlight through quick-forgotten shade and back again.
It did not sing,
but as it passed,
lament did follow.
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