White Houses

When someone lives both near and far from your heart— where do you go, where do you start to make sense of that sense of loss, that sense of time passing like a train past white houses they have sat and waited, sat and, sat… I see Paul in a fresh tuxedo and his brideContinue reading “White Houses”

Goodnight

Goodnight, sweetheart, until we meet again, and when we find some time to spend so well; so long, my lady, sixth street still sunny while singing, “I’m the one,” until next time, my friend, and I’ll see you back again, spreading those wings like a bird that dares to fly, no bat of the eyeContinue reading “Goodnight”

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