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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxi
Time & time again,
you see her moxy, raise her vision.
If she made jokes, you wouldn't get them.
She had secrets, you don't listen.
To the night's Algonquin vowels,
stowed in the sunset's heavy jowl.
There are no coins here left to toss.
This being alwhere's a kind of lost. I am, I am.
Time & time again
will kiss and tell, such a tsunami
brought to bear on scruffs of memories.
A volcano doing nothing,
in a field of flowers burning.
Breaking hearts, I'm barely trying.
Casting off this too-good tide,
a cramp in Paul Revere's ride, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Wayland, Massachusetts, USA
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