Chris Campbell Poems

Barefoot on a balcony she sang
I am!
And the amber meadows sang
I Am!
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The crunch of gravel
Turns to a gossip’s whisper
As I veer off the well worn path
And head down the bank to Lotus pond.
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The smallest stone falls – –
Into the silent river,
Into the Sacred River.
And so the ripple begins.
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The first poem I can
remember reading in
grammar school
was something
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