THE WORLD IS NARROWED

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an early love poem from "Poems People Liked (2)"

Who are these loved ones

who cannot begin to mend?

 

If I could see them,

brilliantly rejected -

like wimping ships

dropped under buccaneering waters,

watch the slow horizons empty -

I might smile.

 

But if I see

the hawthorn creak with buds

a joy unfolds to tempt me,

withers with a bare simplicity.

 

The world is narrowed to a single sound:

your crying in an empty room.

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