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Friday, November 9, 2012

When He is Gone...

Poetics Aside Prompt: use the words when he is gone anywhere in a poem.



When he is gone...
That laughing, little lad
The tree pines for those hours
That once they had

When he is gone
The air is heavy with a pall
Akin to absence of leaf-song
In the latter part of fall

When he is gone
That 'little boy blue'
The tree pines for his return
And perhaps his mother too

Janet~

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