A Hundred Gourds 4:3 June 2015

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Mary Ahearn - USA

Your Name

"So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches."

              Pablo Neruda, So That You Will Hear Me

In the blue air of winter, I think of you today. I remember the time we went high into the mountains, far above the river, far from town. The trees were changing from summer green to gold. A happy time.

Later, as we drove home, down the narrow twisting roads, we both grew quiet. And I could not say your name aloud. So young, too young to know how to be with you.

chill wind
through the pines
an untitled song

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