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In 100, by Chris on November 12, 2018 at 12:11 am

Past dinner, past talking,
beyond the crossword
and any laundry, on the
far side of any email,
when the day’s patients
and their plot lines still
hang around your shoulders
like loose woolen scarves,
you sit to gather them
by writing a poem.

Such is my love for you:
beyond our healing talk,
beyond our hard-won habits,
there’s a realm in lines
of fragmentary poems
and names and bits of tales.

The glow of evening
finds our minds sparking.
We unknot ourselves
and in our fragments
find the flesh of life suggested;
the lines you write
are imagination’s gardens.

  1. Beautiful. I didn’t know you both write poetry each night and it warms my heart.

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