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Winter Lament
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

he left what beckons me
like an open grave
a gaping hole
inside my heart

he left with the snow
before the sage
came into bloom
before the salmon ran
and the rainbows
came to spawn

he left along the river
into the woods
a forest of conifer
ancient cedars
and pine

he left but
in my dreams
he was always
back home


 

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