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Jon-Paul Smith
Poems
Aug 2018
Megan's Lament
The snow is piling higher now
on the garden that was young
when pretty boys they gave me flowers
that I planted, one by one;
But the years flew by like summer birds
bound elsewhere, like the youth I knew -
now there's a pretty flower there
for every pretty boy I knew
when I was young. It doesn't matter now
that all the memories are buried
and none of them remember how
to save me from the one I married.
Winter scratches at the door with frosty fingers.
All the pretty boys are gone - but the snow it lingers.
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