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John SweetPoemsuntitled composition in black and white landscape made hopeless in the season of rust |
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thinking of the blue air
John Sweet
i am
thinking of the
blue air
of the days growing
longer and softer
i am thinking of
holding your darker shape
up against the gently
spinning sky
i am thinking
of the three of us
far away from here
and laughing and
i'm happy
there
i've said it
From Human Cathedrals (2003, Ravenna Press)
