hush of the library
a pile of books
slanted with sunlight
Vanessa Proctor
rain soaked churchyard
headstone inscriptions
become sharper
Vanessa Proctor
sunlight through storm clouds
a flock of silver gulls
rises with the tide
Vanessa Proctor
twenty-five years
your sapphire ring still sparkles
on my finger
Vanessa Proctor
beach patrol
our captain hands around
homemade muffins
Vanessa Proctor
funeral speeches . . .
all the other lives
of my poet friend
Vanessa Proctor
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