The air is flushed with
quiet pause
an expectant moment
called up slowly
a memory scarcely touched
so hard to know
a sad farewell
and yet
your part is not yet over.
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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