Sunday, June 17, 2012

MEDITATION

 

 

 

 

   

Kelly Frances Dunn

  

You

Sometimes in our sleep we touch
The body of another woman
And we wake up
And we know the first nights
With summer visitors
In the three storied house of our childhood.
Whatever we remember,
The darkest hair being brushed
In front of the darkest mirror
In the darkest room.  

Frank Stanford

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