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 Mar 2016 K Mae
Joel M Frye
Your poems leave
a trace of a breath
stirring hairs
on the back of my neck,
a shifting of weight,
quiet, implacable
creak of springs,
footsteps,

a pause

footsteps
a door closing.
 Mar 2016 K Mae
Joel M Frye
Winter sun bleaches
sky French blue above the sand;
false warmth lures, beckons.
 Mar 2016 K Mae
Joel M Frye
breaking my body
against the blunt instrument
of your tethered soul
Finding a home in the cadence of one another's poems,
in the unspoken vastness of space between us,
is another kind of knowing,
found in these seasons
of our hearts, of our minds,
of our varied lives.
And so we keep writing, for those we love.
Yes, these words first appeared as a stanza in a longer poem:
'Virtual Reality, Then And Now'
©Elisa Maria Argiro
life is so complex
that keeping it simple
takes a lot of work
Senryu
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