made the climb to the edge overlooking the straits
cows at my back
dog at my side
guitar in hand
to sing to the sundown
(before that all the sendings
of peace agreements kept in a box
on a shelf
and that was the easy part)
the none all gone
the empty and the stoking wounded
the hand that grasps desperation
like a turned oar cutting the water
fast as a slicing
the black kitten sits attentive
on the imagining bed of paisley blankets
it's playing as bold as love
I have not forgotten bloodflow
knowing the memory of your face
at first sight
or long hours spent standing in windows
watching the sky
and the road
and the walk between
however it goes
I am only willing always
in the name of everything beauty
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susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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