You broke my unguarded spirit
You made me red-faced and angry
Like swallowing a bitter pill
A mud-puddle day in Spring
...
A speck in the sand
Twinkling by noon
Worn by land
Dull too soon
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To the one person
Whom when speaking
Blocks out the dread filled world
In which living
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I may look like Lily, I have my Grandmother’s
Face.
Angel kisses, she called the freckles,
Glancing a look at me
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I have touched the tip of my past
Not a mere exercise in nostalgic wonder
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