Act Three Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Act Three



When language was languid summer
Leaves green with Wordsworth
Terse yet profound as Lincoln
I heard you call me

Hearts hear
Do you hear me now?
My darling you are true
I am in act three

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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