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Against a Stone Bench in St. Michael's Cemetery |
i.
solitude
and cold rock cradle
the ache of his absence.
ii.
grit swirls
the wind at her ankles,
leaves skitter the gravel path.
iii.
A bubble
escapes the pond's edge
swans glide the pool’s torpor.
iv.
eyes closed,
she awaits the scrape
of a footstep coming for her.
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