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Nov 16
Spring will have it's way
as Winter puts
its bristling souvenir
of empty bed to rest
behind the eyes
of blue birds
asleep in the sun

as I watch her
in her chair
pen in hand
a light beyond
the rainy rose
my bleak plantings
turned to bloom
as I listen
to her songs
Written by
joe machetto  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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