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Feb 2018
the wind blew through me
when my soul became restless
on this corner,  we used to be
and now just my heart,  driftless

Paused for the light
But hadn’t noticed,  I shouldn’t
Wait for what will never be right
The dust on my shoes, and I couldn’t

The wind blew through me
Though my heart remained restless
At the cemetery gate we left the city
Passing back I left you driftless
Francis Patrick McNulty
Written by
Francis Patrick McNulty  Easton, Md
(Easton, Md)   
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