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It is I am informed, national poetry day. As you all know, (or not depending upon whether you frequent these loosely gathered pages or not), I am a lover of poetry, so any excuse to post another poem, is good enough for me.

Lingering by Lisa Zaran

after, when you are driving
75 miles one way just to get to her
and her wind-touched hair,
bleached white by the September
sun, the gray sky coughing up clouds,
that is when the doubts surface,
hard as stones.

it is late afternoon by the time you arrive,
the storm has already been through here.
you are not in your own element.
you are a runaway.

but, then she is there, standing right in front
of you, wet with rain, slender as a branch.
you watch as she makes her way over
and your heart gardens, rupturing red.

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