I have come to these
sands of our first love.
Again, I am cloaked
by your absence,
mired in this sad and tragic dirge
that reverberates in my
cavernous cranium.
Your love, now eternal,
presents itself on this spring morning.
As I look out across the lake to Canada
with the coolness of Erie
bathing my toes and
drenching my pant cuff,
you are here with me again.
In this reflection of a spring morning,
we have been reunited..
Walt
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