Tuesday, December 30, 2008

To S------

I searched for you,

Sappho; on a windswept
stony beach I sensed
the whisper of your presence.

I could not forget

when last we parted,
the smooth white pebble
pressed softly to hand.
Posted by gerry boyd at 2:32 PM

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