Barbara Marc Poems

A slab lies between me, the sun, the sky and the stars
My thin shroud will soon disappear
The earth will groan and crack and be cast to the cosmos
The stars will diminish
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It became the briefest of time's span between when I brushed the
Little girl's cheek with my 'Post Office' kiss in the closet darkened
Next our living room's dimness with curtains brought down
And fresh and bright as we were at the age of five
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