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William Lodge
Poems
Jan 2016
Standing
Standing in cold air
Dusty, wet and somehow alive
Changes the taste of a personal universe
Flowers die before they've grown
And with it the chance
I didn't wash my hands
My hands, with old, broken fingers
I don't trust them anymore
But, like my eyes
They are in the light of a dawn
Fresh breaks bring hope
Hope of healing and renewal
Old breaks only ache in the cold
Dull, faded echoes of pain
Foreshadowing another dawn
And another day...
Written by
William Lodge
Roslyn Pennsylvania
(Roslyn Pennsylvania)
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