David Lawrence Poems

A small child sits upon a stump in the middle of the pasture
amid chirping crickets and glowing lightning bugs.
Looking up into the twilight,
a lone star twinkles, as if to say, “I am listening.”
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across bitter night-
a she-wolf howls
mournful, hungry
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A Sestina.

The blank page that is his life awaits the words
that he will write, and which she will set to music.
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