since much time has flown
it is beyond her comprehension
how remembrances of
the handful of sentences
he ejected that day
could still cause her
to weep
by mary ann blinkhorn
Tag Archives: weep
steel-cheeked bluebird
i sit here a while
trying to envision him
pondering how
i’d describe him
blurred steel-cheeked bluebird
sitting atop blurred picket fence
wondering if he’ll
ever find happiness
i weep for him, sometimes
by mary ann blinkhorn
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