Saturday, May 3, 2014


The look on your face read wistful
on that gelid November morning.
“Could have beens should have beens” 
spun around the corners of your eyes, 
mouth mute with stories never told.

Bits of ice tapped at the window
a chilly day for resolution of the heart.
Only 3 months before everything had been
infinitely green, now even the sun
had turned its back to circle on.

I felt you leave slowly

a white bag  danced
strangely in the wind.

-Debbie Calverley

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