Jay Richardson Poems

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1.
Midsummer.

water at dawn
running by fingertips
onto cold stone
as a robin intones
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2.
On Things Now Lost

Those things now lost or never owned
Like memories of wings or our water's sleep
Linger unobserved in peripheries of light;
Flitting like moths between vacant moments.
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3.
Regeneration

the light at noon
spread over green:
fields of tenderest green
before the harvest
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