Friday, April 19, 2019

Gone


How can such lushness be so fleeting?  Can the taste of a perfect meal exist only in memory? How can unwritten lines of a poem fall like cherry petals?  How can a name slip the tongue?
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  1. Susan E. GangelJune 13, 2019 at 10:51 AM

    Imperturbable expanses, as in a desert.
    Other graphs, projected in the dark, seem pleasant enough.

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