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Sharon, this gets under my guard and makes me feel in the presence of a sort of classic poem of grief. (I hesitated at the second 'somewhere' and began to try some slight change, eg using the word 'elsewhere'.) best from Max Quoting sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>: > grief, my old friend > > we walk this familiar path > snow creaks under our boots > the river is low > iced over > > this thickening sky > falls into fog > our way is hidden now > we breathe in stars > > somewhere the moon > diminishes somewhere > the sun spits out > its brilliant storms > > blind here again > carefully we step together > this frozen ground sighs > opens beneath us > > ********* > > > -- > sharon brogan > http://www.sbpoet.com > http://www.sbpoet.net > http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net > 406.578.1788 > ------------------------------------------------------------ This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au