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This Poem
David J Walker
This poem is complete in the single clap of a hand
But not within applause
The roar of a crowd cannot compete
With the focus of a poignant pause
This poem is the long last ray of light
Perfected in summer at the
End of its solstice awaiting the
Tonight to begin looking
Toward a still distant Autumn
This poem is a new love navigating
The awkwardness of a familiar stranger
Ignoring the colorblind danger of the name
On the red flags waving over the heart
This poem is the smell of sulfur in
the quick strike of a match
The hatch of faint light
looking for ways to stay alive in a
greater burning
although a roaring fire would be
the yearning for a volume
rather than a poem
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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