Wendy Dobro

This Time - Poem by Wendy Dobro

I never needed to be here.
I never wanted to be heard.
I never spoke about that time in the mountains,
Or the way I felt when he looked at me.

Yet, somehow I made it here,
To this place,
This time.

The coyotes howl at night, you know,
Ringing in my ear.
And the moon always rises overhead.

My life is simpler now.
I don’t want for anything.
My eyes are quieter now.
My lips are kissed.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 5, 2009

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