Aug15
Poet: Five Poems: Laments for the Beloved
You Over There
I must prepare myself for the
Flatness of days to come
I see you over there—
I am here as I return to myself
The patterns in the wind want
To awaken my stricken
Soul
Only in summer it slumbers
And you over there—
You have come to be as a wild
Animal of the forest
You have…
