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lost
all winter was listening
now spring
among so many voices
all I say is lost
in shadows
under leaf
and up
in branches
as in stars seen to
and unsaved stars
whole universe
should have backed up
still I can see lines
lead aft
trails that brought
abandoned
and in my wake
the sea zips up
what I've lost
gives a glimpse
of how much I am
how much less
I was
and will be
do I still suffer
from old losses
how can I touch
what's gone?
then will
I be?
days diminishing I spend
with what cannot be lost
but I have the ears for it.
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ReplyDeletewe go where we have to go
sometimes go somewhere else
no clear trail through memory
and few stars we remember
but I also have ears for it
a bird coming slowly closer
the smell of winter
another bottle of wine