2/23/12

Believe
By Linda M. Crate


we seem to be cut from a similar
rung, two trees separated at childhood
reaching for one another; we’d be
each others' penguins if given the
chance, I miss you more than I’ve
ever missed a person in the realm
of my existence; I wonder if you feel
it, too, there’s something in the air —
a magical hope that one day we’ll
be together, a prophecy I hope that
is one day fulfilled; for I’ve never
liked anyone of your ilk before, and
you’re beginning to feel like the only
place that’s ever been close to home.


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Linda Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh yet raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She has a Bachelor's in English-Literature from Edinboro University. Her poetry and short stories have been published in several magazines.