Cheryl Derby Poems

His head inclined,
The sweet secret he keeps, given up to the stars
First points emerging, whispering quietly, bitterly, wisely
My love hangs in the balance
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Summer's close as an unborn child
My dress made of earth, moist at the waist, tight to my chest
Somewhere there is a roof where taps its stone note
But I am full of the soaked sweet clover unstoppered,
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The sky is blue with clouds
They want to miss you but they have forgotten how
Each whiteness blows away but one more moves in until the day becomes
A clock of clouds
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