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May 2014
I walked for hours and couldn't believe my eyes
the sun should not be there
but it was
just beneath the lowest bow of the oak
just above the shrubline
waiting to set
I sat on the bench
lit a cigarette
had a drink of water
i called my mother
asked her if she was watching the sun
she said that she saw it
i told her to smile
and i smiled
everything was going to be okay
I just wanted my mom to know
that her sun would always be there
Matthew P Beron
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Matthew P Beron  LaCrosse, WI
(LaCrosse, WI)   
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