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A Poem for Robert Creeley
(1926-2005)
by Carlos Reyes
Talk
leaves
the trees
here.
Smoke
haze
beyond
the ridge
line
a cloud
or two,
one or two
words
settling down,
quiet
sunset,
the ridge
lines
the green
jagged edge
of the
conversation
we
never had.
Laurinburg, N.C.
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