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Poetry Talk

We sat and shared

thoughts, four of us

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together, and one fellow

paced a little, needing to

move, and the sun faded down

from brilliant to caressing,

flowing from gold

into silver.

Shadows

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all around us,

touched by half-light,

we sat together

and talked.