Poetry

Across the miles I feel you
watching
lower lip under
biting down hard
and wondering…
yes, I miss you…
And in the spaces of time
reserved for nothing
I hear you calling
pointing
to where your hair streams
like a wave in the water
happy eyes
smirk
as you reach
many years away
one finger pointed
to my heart
with a touch like lightning.

ml-2002

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