Fissure
By Julie Colombo
She packed. He paced.
Silent words eclipsed speech
left, the door ajar.
Heart sounds echoed off walls
refusing to retreat.
Counting moons, fate waited
like a déjà vu stranger
at the crossroads.
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Friday, June 11, 2010
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