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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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