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Poetry of Light

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The poetry she was reading
couldn’t have been nearly as beautiful
as the sunlight dancing all around her, as I recall.

Tracing shadows and illuminations across her face.

Freckles of light cast through her hat with a ribbon

peeked through in the most delightful way.

As brief and temporary as this panorama was,

my memory begs to differ with me

every time I visit the canvas there.

◄ Three Sentence Love Story

Theories from the Micro-Verse (thank you Ann Napolitano) ►

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