I lie down -- Suddenly
Sharp memory
Tomorrow I don’t remember what it was
If I lie down in the same way is it waiting
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My father, leaving, holds me
Like a newspaper
I can’t get far enough away
To see you
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Two good poems for cold sweats on Tramspark. Two for hot flashes on Web Del Sol: see the Picnic on Crash Mountain link. And Gabrielle Calvocoressi, I think I'm becoming a fan. This one is even better than "Circus Fire."
dear God, the lines about "my father" are so target exact that i am struck dumb.
so well said.