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About This Poem
Annmarie
Looking at the map, the worn creases
Roads, interstates, lakes and valleys
Pastel colors on crinkled paper
Time will pull and tug in small amounts
Though met with violent resistance
Many springs have soothed the fever
Thoughts of you are gentler now
Years have worn harsh edges down
The southern states of our youth
A smile, a photograph tucked into a book
The dreams that happen less and less
Little tremors where mountains once toppled
I went for a drive yesterday
Alone, thank god
The landscape went by so fast
I feel the sun through the windshield
It's hot, it burns my eyes, but I feel it
And I like that I can feel
It's in these soft, quiet, gentle times
When breathing isn't such a chore
Yes, we will live on--
The river moves forward
I've made peace with you
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