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  • Lorraine Johnson

[158] At Our Door

Change lands at our door

and the sun rises to a different dawn

not like one we knew before

a longing lingers as our face turns

toward new and different

and very raw

the tenderness of a passing

hovers over, wanting more

but the wild calls

with a sweet, sweet song

as the silence beckons

for time to move

so fond memories

can fill us all.

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