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TO HEAR LOVE TELL IT (MISSING M.A.K.)
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JOURNAL #22 leaves make such gentle love
to the autumn ground
my childhood still recalls
the crunching feel of them
in my dirty little hands
I see your face even at stop lights now
you can make me miss my turn off every time
the rebirth of nature
shoves the abrupt memories of your departure
that October day far back into my mind
the heat of the summer
thankfully bakes such thoughts into
forgetfulness
that is until
the trees again start preparing for their long
winter's sleep
and I am confronted with how so very much I
loved you once again
my foolishness never ceases to amaze me
and I cry all over again
for like the thousandth time
will I ever learn
well, not 'To Hear Love Tell It'..........
(Dec. 9, 1999)
