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| Image from Archaeology and History of Medieval Sherwood Forest |
I
cannot find you
Cannot
unearth you from the press of past days
I
looked for your color, your unfamiliarity –
For
truth be told, you slipped past me without seeing
And
slid sown that slide of sand;
I
fear you buried, hidden as photos are
without
light and hands.
Ariel
April 14, 2015
lovely poem! the grave as deep as a stack of newspapers
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