In a message dated 08/14/2004 7:42:45 AM Central Daylight Time,
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<< I'm just thick.
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christina
January Wedding
Upon a stone
her name is carved
next to his, but incomplete.
She is waiting
for her date after the hyphen.
What lives is memory, vivid, real
and envy for the blindly unknowing.
Old habits return--
who cares now--
or if a picture hangs
crooked on a wall?
Until she meets another,
and they come together
like two skeletons
with a rattle of bones.
They smile, they touch, grateful
for the space they fill together.
The years wait like a book
unread though they know
the ending.
Sue Scalf
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Yes, I think you did misunderstand, but the poem does still need lots of
work. I thank you so much for many good suggestions and for your time. Love, Sue
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