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Renewal
by Karen Klingman
I catch his glance amidst the crowd of mourners
familiar brown eyes speckled with sunshine
on level with mine of winter blue
I hear the recessional hymn begin
grievers pass, eyes drawn down
voices raise high on eagles wings
we keep our gaze
keep our space
nothing else exists only each other
long lost
we awaken from the sleep of yesterday
but
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