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whenIcallyourname

wrote of one Kentucky
one blush
became a bride –
of hills and empty spaces
sketched between

the coming back
to hold you –
in threads of willingness
found me here
believing
in a dream

fell awake
beneath the stars
cut of purple light
names and dates
– places
I was known

startled
as a winter lark
backwards through
a storm
silence
finds me better
left alone

once before
as surely soon
I’m bound to
understand
the bliss of leaving
home –
to come again

bittersweet
the ache
that has no memory
of loss –
just a feeling
left of blue
Kentucky
winds

. . .