August 6, 2017 (e)

unlikely love
songs in the cicada’s shrills
[you forgot them
somewhere on the Champlain Bridge
on your way to hunting camp]

“…as I remember your eyes
were bluer than robin’s eggs
my poetry was lousy you said
where are you calling from
a booth in the midwest
… we both know what memories can bring
they bring diamonds and rust…”

Diamonds and Dust – Joan Baez

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