a love poem
he comes
as in a dream
finds a small animal
in a closet
i watch
as it rustles the
paper surrounding it
grow
it becomes
an enormous thing
visits
with mother and daughter
opens something
wider
hope?
healing?
offers love
to fill the empty spaces
brings light
brings springtime
brings joy
the anti-love poem
i notice the moon
hiding in the tree
on the hill
claiming me
taking back any new life
growing
sickle
scythe
she carries as she walks away
pretends she hasn't been here
takes
what rightfully belongs
to only her
and he is in springtime
somewhere else
in mysteries
of light and place
not
ever
coming
home
to
me
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