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might another war
come anyway
despite our fervent prayers
might shadows claim
the corners
where the best of yesterday
is folded into linen
and pressed against a page
guarded as a name
we dare not say
where darkness waits
to fell us
with denial of the dawn –
where sunlight sits
on golden fields
and flows through open doors
will we remember
how we suffered –
when fate returns us home
to our memories –
from beginning
every one

. . .

in another place
I held you –
beneath a golden sky
– traced your lips
where once a kiss
was mine
waiting as you waited –
as promise
turned to flight
words became a victory
would see us thru
to light

. . .