A. David Abraham Poems

There might have been a day
When I looked at his love
Somewhere when I walked that way
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God is Everywhere

In the eaves
In the garrets
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People's lives are circles

Intersecting, meeting
Then dispersing
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White birds in a white sky
Swirling in the freedom of exuberance unreined
Amidst the cold blank low quiet stillness
of a resolute unknown March morning
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