Robin D McCutcheon

Innocent young girls were shot to death in their schoolhouse.
Innocent people have enemies they know not of.
America has enemies.
I am getting old.
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You are a breath of fresh air.
Your energy and optimism are contagious.
I’m glad I wandered into your sphere of influence.
Perhaps I will become one of your moons,
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Your dove has completed its’ flight,
Landing on your shoulder,
Bringing you peace at last.
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It’s true, too true, that I can’t reach out and touch you now.
You are in another land, a world away, or more than one I think.
And yet I feel your warm presence today, and the peace you carried with you.
I wish I had shared more with you when there was time. Just little things, like butterflies, and miners lettuce, and smooth white stones, but I did not, I could not, being myself,
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(The old mans poems)
His poems are like the silver sides of fishes.
They flash and are gone.
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I empty the contents of a magical days pocket.

Keys, change, and the smooth white stone
you picked up on the beach and gave to me.
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You lay in your hospital bed, pale and listless,
with the poppies and delphiniums brightly beaming life
on the nightstand beside the bed.
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