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The Lost Date (a poem\sheri grutz)

We went wandering through death

for the first time of many

and found the trinket made of stone

it was the birth stone laid against waters

as always a fish on the dash said Jesus

I pulled a rainbow from a tear and

put it under a scope and it looked like veins

curled around that baby in my arms

a cell electric as a flash of sun

on a crystal of ice the distance of the sky

a shimmering and highlighted star

set in the mouth of the river

there was a word that turned green

to brown when I heard day fall

through the net of praying hands

or it was a hole in my heart

that couldn't be empty enough







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