A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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O God of love, Your Kingdom is a beach
with gold sand —
each grain…
Around our March balcony tonight Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —
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