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The Anniversary


ISSUE:  Spring 2012

All the years of nights
rapt for each other
all the joy and later
all the trouble
less trouble than job
and this one night’s sky
so full of stars each
flows farther away
as the low wing-wash
of a hunting owl
so close overhead
I didn’t hear
until it was beyond
all night walking
on the black road
I didn’t see pass
the great freighter
of a shared life
furrows in the cut field
pushed up from a
prow I didn’t know
had sailed by and
where has it gone …

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