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Poem: Voices

Your voice is rustling the falling leaves now
the marble angel praying over you
has cold hands
that give no recompense
 
So many stones
spread among the trees
like buttons on some vast
computer keyboard
 
If only I knew the password
could press some magic key
restore what has turned into a virus
and could bring you back to me

(2015)

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