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  • Lorraine Johnson

[55] Beyond

Only the moon lay in the sky and a few hours lay between our goodbye.

I have met your soul and you mine but many words we have yet to find—

as night slowly opens its door to let dawn pass gently through,

as the empty dock outside the window waits—for the passing of summer footprints,

the brushing of a boat's hull, and the clanging of a windless sail—

in the heat of a day, in a culture far away,

as we dream beyond the milky way.


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