Saturday, July 30, 2011


Small Poem

My love is gone,
gone for just two days,
two days with my being with our son.
Our son woke in terror,
in terror he cried out,
cried out for Mama.
Mama hikes the mountains,
the mountains of her childhood.
Childhood filled with huckleberries,
huckleberries tart and sweet,
sweet with juice, juices
her friendship with Sarah.
Sarah, who knows my wife before me.
Before me spreads out my life,
my life with my love, my love
longing in the mountains
for the largest berries.

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