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Just So: A Love Poem of Sorts
Even though awkward
I freely opened once
my arms to you. I still
long to do so, but its
not the troubled, grinding
heart that fails, rather
inadequate & reluctant
muscles, You are as ever
the fresh aroma of nectarines
sunshine picked. Full moon
rises & calm is the night.
Harvey McQueen
This Tuesday poem follows follows logically from the previous blog.
The Tuesday poem website is http://www.tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com
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Sad though this is, it's a fine coda to your previous post. Thanks, Harvey!
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