Author's Web Site:
www.fictionpress.com/~mireillecaelarily
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Poems
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Ageless Heresy (9/13/07)
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What bed did he leave
to the susurrus of aspen trees,
what pillow to the quivering caress
of a mother's fearful hand?
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Gone to a War Zone (8/2/07)
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I quake in my deepest hidden places
When he laces
Combat boots around his calves
And tucks a pistol into his belt.
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One Day (9/13/07)
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Leave your children playing quietly
Under an absent loving gaze,
Leave the lawn unmowed,
The schoolwork undone,
The dishes half-washed.
Let me tell you a secret:
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soldier dreams (8/2/07)
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For my father. |
