Loss Haunts Me Poem by gregory collins

gregory collins

gregory collins

live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida

Loss Haunts Me



Honeysuckle horns
of ripe July,
my thoughts love you
and count the cost.
But what costs less,
the sunrise
or the sunset.

My faults
are hungry
and they suddenly turn to me
and say
a woman i will never be.
Because i lost the shadow of a sound
catching blue flakes of the sky.

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gregory collins

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live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida
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