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Jun 2016
THE SIGH (on hearing an ill friend is alive)

it started in my brain
it moved to my lungs
it swelled to my soul
and finished on my lips
-- relief; he is okay.

THE SIGH (on hearing a once ill friend is dead)

it started in my gut
it scattered to my lungs
it sunk to my soul
and finished at my eyes
-- regret; I have words unsaid.
J M Field
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