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Two Poems

Elizabeth Lewis

May 01 2013

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I’ve never met you but

one morning there was

a photo of you on

my kitchen table.

 

I had to cover

you over with my hand.

Your smile looked like

a warm hug

 

and made me want

too much.

 

 

Tracking

The sunset is chasing the tracks of cirrus

across the sky.

Orange lengthens to violet, darkening

upwards to night,

wooing stars, those

beacons to what we can’t fathom,

all of us leaning incessantly

towards the hope of

a heart beating back.

 

Elizabeth Lewis

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