a full moon
between the sarsen stones
of Stonehenge
one silhouette ghosting
across the gravel path
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a thrum of rain
on the old van skylight
in a parking lot
I murmur, the life I dreamed
yet the life I'm living
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flash after flash
of midnight lightning
my dream and I
rippling
in the vodka glass
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words are only air
dissolving as they are said ...
yet my chest tightens
as if I’ve swallowed a rock
lodged beneath my breath
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belief is a bridge
built across surging waters...
yet my shaking hands
cannot find the wooden rail
to the altar in dim light
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emigration eve
the last notes
of Home Sweet Home
fading once more
into this moonless stillness
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