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Found July 1988

 

I saw you tonight

as never before

sitting

       asleep

in your corner chair

a window breezing beside you

a fan

bathing weary feet

in coolness

 

I thought about those feet

while you

       under the lamp-light

slept

the countless miles theyve gone

the places and the times

theyve carried you through

and I realized that I love you

 


 

For Dad, again. He doesnt read

poetry, probably written last summer.

 


Each New Day A Miracle
Copyright Peter Rhebergen
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