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NaPoWriMo day 19

(sonnet with the doors) 

 

the doors were on the radio playing

in & out of my dream.   chestnut ridge park

in the rain.  i was standing in a stream.

crying, crying, crying.  it was hot &

humid, a summer day.  the sheet stuck

to my legs &  i was clammy with sweat. 

i couldn’t forget that you had left me. 

i couldn’t forget that you were now with

her.  i had another beer & walked back

to the pavilion.  & then you appeared. 

white & gold.  shining like an apollo. 

you wanted perfection.  i wanted love.

i woke up & wondered what it could mean.

i saw the moon glowing with a tear-blurred sheen.

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