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held not
the feather
falling –
the winter
from the chill
a long night
how I held you then
as pardon given
will
as ashes
blown the way
of march –
of april sons
and fathers –
who am I to question
what the passing
seasons leave
as noted here
no more than this –
eternity
we opened
an understanding
more than I can say
once we were
together –
might the warmth
recall me now
holding
still
to lifetimes
worn away
remember
lest I ask you
for a memory
or two
a time before
our touching
held a kiss –
angels bent
to tell us
where and when
the way
we knew –
of all was left
a moment more
of bliss
tornadoday 