Thursday, November 8, 2012

Poem for Jan By Joseph Bruchac


seeking the words
     as wings seek the lift of a wind
     the thought of your laughter
     to lift me over the rooftops...

But you drift away
     with the long ago summer

And I stand here, getting older
award as a wading heron
     forever looking back
     over his stooped shoulder.

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