Sandy Wood Poems

And they come
Opening a space
In our lives.
Pristine and new
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A slender wedge of freshness-
thin, clean air
before busyness and business
has touched it.
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Ceremony
She knows
Is how her soul
Longs to set a long-held moment free.
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Will you come stay this while with me,
as for the journey I prepare,
we will take each other's hearts in hand
and speak of all the ways we care.
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I am a creature of the city:
The sound of traffic
People moving
from where they were
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