Chris Krummenacher Poems

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1.
Sickle

Sickle of wind,
meeting the wheat.
Coming to cut me down.
Cut me down to size.
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2.
Aftermath

I used to dream of spring
and a lifetime of long June days
I watched you walk away into the warm, whistling wind
Singing with your voice, 'So long'.
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