2.5.11

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The last time that I
saw her she
was wearing
a broad straw hat
that shaded
her face
and shoulders from
the sun.

Now and then the saddle
creaked beneath her and
the horse seemed
impatient to get
somewhere.

I dont remember what
we talked about.
My memory only knows
that it was good
to see her.

2 comments:

  1. Wonderfully concisely worded. My first poem read in the new dawn.

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  2. Well, thanks, Kirk. Sorry I just found your comment.

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