Now you are nowhere.
gusts dust, harass and harangue the scene
and you (who might almost pass for dream)
you have your say,
are tresses of shadows
and conjured sounds
loaves on forsaken grounds.
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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