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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

A Garnet Weight

I am always, always looking for you.
Down streets and stranger's faces,
in the rain
in the beating of my heart,
I'm searching.

Knowing I will not find you here
is relief,
a garnet weight that lightens
to jet over time.
Posted by Shannon at 9:15 AM
Labels: national poetry month, poetry

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