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poet
his mind was sailing
on a opal virgin stream…
as – seeming not to have departed
from a coastline, port or place –
he saw a loving woman’s face
her fragile figure in a haze
her fingers waving him farewell
like in a dream…
his heart was mailing
empty poems to the past…
and – lasting less than but a sigh
a weepy wink, a silent cry –
he wrote his wishes in the sky
his roving soul not knowing why
his body captured by her spell
ablaze, ablashed…
Drs. Rikki Keller (Najade)
