“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Twenty-Seven


Now you are nowhere.

Here though

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

tiny oh’s,

loaves on forsaken grounds.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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Written by Jonathan Finch