over all of the pieces
missing in action
but so far from field
she was too high to collect
any meaningful
semblance of early
configurations of their
mis-relationship.
She had to go down
and follow the river bed,
to lie underneath,
to wait in the depths.
Heart broken by the sight and
defibrillated
by the breath of One
already there, bleeding out
poem’s syllables.
The deeper we go the more we find Vanessa. Loved this.
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I’m so glad. Thank you!
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Wow, lovely poem. beautiful words
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate that!
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