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Yesterday's
Years
Tall, tanned gold one... seinna spots
from a searching sun
One that poured its rays upon tender flesh while she burned
The surf and tides washed , bleached her, inside ... out
Cleansing this fool of rushed wishes ... no doubt
The night calls from Ospreys hunting for snacks
Lusting like she from love's passionate lack
Standing alone upon a beach of lost time
Frothing sea foam with a half-hearted rhyme
The call of the night's mistress laments all her pains
When shadows of midnight drape her with rain
Softly she whimpers as a lone tear appears
Soothing her heart from yesterday's years.
© 2002 Susan K. Rowse
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