thank you
on dark times and dark places
poetry does do real work
On Thu, 28 Sep 2017 at 20:41 Lawrence Helm <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:
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The lights dim. I seat her
At our table. I am younger
Then, smiling, full of music –
Singing softly so only she
Can hear – smiling and she
Smiles too, catching her breath
As she does. Beauty is thrown
Down and we take it up. Which
Ever way we turn the light’s
Brighten. Then comes the drum,
Cymbals, sax and trumpet. Then
Keys thunder and outside rain
Begins to fall. We step out
In night-air crisp and wet
Hidin