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"Solstice"
I'm sure you'd know
You saw everything
But sometimes I wonder
Were your eyes open that day?
I felt what was wrong
Did what I thought was right
Then it rained
Rained so hard
I couldn't quench my thirst
Or dry myself off
I fell again
Lead by the blind
Strained
Footing
Not sound
Beneath leaves
And moss
I sank the daylight
Into purgatory
I am just now beginning to browse your gallery of poems. I have seen a couple, briefly, but I want to read each and every one over the next several days (or weeks, possibly). I am old, still recovering from major heart surgery, and I have slowed down considerably. But your poems have the right stuff, or the kind of stuff, that speaks to my heart, and I look forward to much more of your exquisitely worded poetry.
Starward