Poetic musings inspired (long ago) by a remarkable one:
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To etch the soft pout is enough--believe me!-- to see a temperamental cross appear
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To cross over (as I once did) was to coo like a very warm heart that just once, dear haijin, lay once
in me, too
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A marine, poet or SEAL-- or poet crossed in love, poet above all-- will always sing into her ear
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Two smart brows that crossed like verses & used to bludgeon me
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She's a cross between an angel (of the red holly and spider) and faithful sketchbook
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Who's ever had to bear a cross, like hers, of cremated dogs or deep smudgy stars?
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A view of smashed windrows and windbreaks after Katrina: whose cross was ever like hers?
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A view of smashed windrows and windbreaks after Katrina: whose cross was ever like hers?
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Are we talking about the hurricane, or a real person?
Karina is a remarkable poet/editor with whom I once had the privilege of co-editing her magazine. It's my tribute to her
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