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silent park
listening to the maples
the boy plays hooky
-Andrew
tug on the line
making the water ripple
-Eddie
coral sunset at dusk
ghost father sits
at the boy's side
-Adria
splashing waves
a storm is brewing
-Paul
crimson moon
his haunting memories
sinking deeper
-Andrew
eyes begin to tear
cold wind biting my face
-Eddie
Arctic breeze tears
through to bone,
soul exposed
-Adria
darkened skies
a day of self-exploration
-Paul
under the sycamore
tenth anniversary
consummated
-Andrew
birds in the sycamore
anthem of first kisses
-Eddie
the lovers entwine
wrapped
in the moonlight
-Adria
still exploring
but secrets of someone new
-Paul
a woodpecker knocks
breaking daydreamer's memories
i smile at her
-Andrew
she grins mysteriously
the moon wanes as she must go
-Eddie
leaving first love
child on the way,
she enters the convent
-Adria
her red eyes closed
the world becomes dark
-Paul
they open--
cherry blossoms fall
swirling around her
-Andrew
she dances the secret dance
no one can see them but her
-Eddie
among the budding flowers
the princess
confesses her passion
-Adria
a ghostly figure
appears among the buds
-Paul
she conveys to him
tales of her forbidden love
wind rattles the panes
-Andrew
they embrace in front of the fire
frost patterns on the windows
-Eddie
holding hands
grandma and grandpa rock their chairs-
perfect unison
-adria
grandpas chair empty-
the wind blows cold
-Paul
rosy cheeks
her tiny mittened hand
pets the stray dog
-Andrew
snowflakes falling gently
white dotson matted black fur
-Eddie
Christmas Day-
bloodshot eyes and red noses
at the cemetery
-adria
running from tears
a new home far away
-Paul
a distant coyote cry
i too raise my bloodshot eyes
toward the full moon
-Andrew
the wind whispers in my ear
hidden answers to my questions
-Eddie
with heavenly song
the nightingale answers-
angels weep
-adria
moutain peaks
heavenly clouds a bit closer
-Paul
the smell of rain
perfect time for fishing
coming closer
-Andrew
the smooth lake surface
broken by the falling hook
-Eddie
no fish caught-
cherries from the blossom
dinner fruit
-adria
small waves
an evil serpent passes
-Paul
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