Monday, April 11, 2011

world unseen

It has been decades since
you sang with plaintive
hope about a world
that you could see,
but didn’t exist.

I wish
I could tell you
it had come to pass. Still,

we do have a field, not far
from where you were forced
from this world,

where we lay with eyes closed,
in cool grass and warm sun,
and imagine

how things might have been.


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