Poetry

2001
Fran Henry, Aged 52
Western Massachusetts, USA
Romance
The old are not
Granted romance
But we can take it
Where we find it.
Your voice,
Sweet like pine sap
On my fingers,
In my ears.
Oh, your voice
Through those
Electronic wires
From far away
Wakes me to myself.
© 2001 Fran Henry - Contributed in May 2001 - August 2001 'Poem of the Month'

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