Winter 1973


i’m just a wind

rushing

through your life

and

you’re the fire

in mine

here we are

in the same

strange dream

pausing

so that we can

know one another

though

(i’m quite certain)

to know one another

we must walk away

alone

(To M.L.H.)

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