For Jerry By Elizabeth Damon Mitchell

For Jerry   I miss morning memories we might have made Do you sit somewhere in silent watch? Wild wanderings we wished away In secret solidarity, Savoring time, seeking tomorrows.  Plots and plans and perfect pictures Gave way to gone, gone, gone.  ———— Now morning matins in my mind’s eye Raise me, you know, to...

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