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Poetry


Viewpoint
Sheila Murphy

 

What does not get done hovers in retrospect,
as idea in the village of adagio.

My unmarked words, receptive to your cameo
appearance in a dream that ought to have included you.

An informal resurrection pieced together
mimics a propitious opening.

White oak flooring, views of the mountain,
sinecure and faith replete with instinct.

In a moment each of us will seem eternal.
As for now, we have achieved that state freehand.

 

 

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