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Thursday, September 30, 2010


by Len Kuntz

She claims she does not brood.
I have a view here,
now of her on the dock
kicking heels of water
with a sluggish motion.

The rowboat man is a toy image so far away
yet she tries to sight him,
The smell of her in the morning
always makes me want to dance,
even when I’ve had insomnia
or black dreams about
days that should have turned out different.

I crack my window open,
quiet as I can.
The lake gurgles from her kicks,
everything in our sad world
sounding like a baby.
An infant.
What should have been ours.

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