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POEM: 519

519

the sunlight from
the unseen window

bright hair framing
the soft lines of your face

your necklace dropping
below the photo’s edge

(the suggestion as tantalizing
as the image itself)

the sharp, familiar vowels
of my childhood

as close as the phone
as far as another planet

29 October 2013
Oak Street

Published in My poems Oak Street Poem-A-Day 2013 Poetry

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