
April calves load easy here
for unknown destinations
looking back to say goodbye
to someone lost
in the muddled moment’s
brain fog.
Old between brothers,
we remember stories
the other’s forgot—
a thrill on spry legs
to dance through time
as if young all over again.






I love this!
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Wondering if I could try to arrange a show if your poems and photographs at the Exeter Art Center, perhaps a reading as well?
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