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anniversary poem

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
if i were very sure
hang no wreath
beneath the warrior's helm
rising moon has hid the stars
in and of itself
quietly, with reverance, in awe
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
these be
winged shadows sweeping by
babylon-where i go dreaming

 



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