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Love Note, Date Unknown
In the way each star is a servant to the sky
and rope seeks to bind one solid to another
and a child runs downhill with open arms
believing someone will catch her before
she reaches the river's edge. How cut
sunflowers turn their massive heads toward
bare windows and a blind woman's constant
touch reveals new worlds where for an instant
she remembers the color blue drifting above dark pines.
In the way deep water courses over stones
and jars of pearl onions glisten like small moons
long after the lamp goes dim, summer nights
swell with locust-song, or sometimes rain,
as your body moves over mine.
Jayne Pupek
In the way each star is a servant to the sky
and rope seeks to bind one solid to another
and a child runs downhill with open arms
believing someone will catch her before
she reaches the river's edge. How cut
sunflowers turn their massive heads toward
bare windows and a blind woman's constant
touch reveals new worlds where for an instant
she remembers the color blue drifting above dark pines.
In the way deep water courses over stones
and jars of pearl onions glisten like small moons
long after the lamp goes dim, summer nights
swell with locust-song, or sometimes rain,
as your body moves over mine.
Jayne Pupek
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