The Lovers

This entry is part 67 of 93 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Summer 2011

A restless wind turns over leaves
and enters, searching through the house
when we unlatch the windows.

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Cobblestones emerge from under
veils of water and moss to turn
their eyes toward the sun.

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What star is crossing rapidly toward another
in the heavens now? So glad for them, I turn
my face toward the light of their passing.

 

In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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