Poetry

My interest in poetry comes and goes. I haven't written anything for a long time now. Everything posted here is old.

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My Hill

The rain began.

You sat on my hill looking to the stars for their secrets.
I wanted to touch you.
Say a word to let you see, that I understood.

But there are no words to trap the sky.
No words to make your eyes swell
and your throat choke with epiphany.

Standing at a distance, I watched the thoughts turn in your head,
and the moment we shared passed through me.

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