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June 22, 2010
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

moon, a fingerprint
smudged on a pale
summer evening sky

his memory
emblazoned
on my soul through eternity

itís not even
a loverís moon
so why do I cry?


                                  for Mark Melnick  

 

 

From the book La Kalima


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