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03/09/11
Limelight
All my years of writing, giving birth to poetry — Nearly half a century of creating universes from verse, Purging personal burdens, in imagination's furnaces — Were the ethers lifting as my synaptic acids Mixed with my mind's limestone, Ethers forming, accumulating, hovering, Waiting for the spark you breathed, That August evening we first gazed into each other's lives, Which ignited the steady, incandescent glow Of the love poems I've been composing for you, Linda, Right up to these magic-lantern pen-stroke moments.
03/09/11
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