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Sep 2016
You drink sweet coffee early mornings and sweat
pearls down your nape on summer  nights; you
dream of want.

Zinnia’s sit in an amber vase on your kitchen table,
bacon fries in a cast iron skillet;
there is regret.  

I know you, even though
we have never
met.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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