Jenne Kaivo

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  • Marozia Jones (5/18/2005 6:03:00 AM)

    Ms. (Mr.?) Kaivo must be making some enemies, but I found his/her poems delightful.

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Return From A Travel

The sidewalk oak will no more dance or tremble
When wind howls typhoon-strong past its street-corner;
Age makes the tree be proud and bare and grown, untrimmed.
I see your door where I once begged is now a hole
Where kits of foxes yip and yowl.
I see the chapel where you did not show seems overgrown
With poison ivy vines that glow in fall.
The life I thought was mine is come and gone.
The statue tall and bronzed that was Colossus

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