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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Six Letters




On a scant atoll,
six letters, caught my soul.
I cast those letters in ink, not brass,
 . . . arranged them there to hold you fast.
a nib dripped ink,
So those letters made me think . . .
of the ruin of kin,
 . . . . Oh how the soul does rub it in.
a ribbon until the end of time,
arms I knew, would soon hold mine.
so in words I set our souls . .
stories to contain us all. . . like bowls.
 . . .  be good, and call me soon . . .
 . . .  let's Muse beneath the moon,
and with me, write nighttime poetry.


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