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love poem

friend, whose smile has come to be
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
daughters of time
eighty years have passed, and more
i stood
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
when i looked into your eyes
stir
we were not many
up from the meadows rich with corn

 



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