POEM A DAY 2012
seven poems, seven days, seventh month
Thursday, January 19, 2012
unfinished
You were always curious to me,
an oddly named, oddly brusque woman.
We were born the same day, years apart,
and worlds too.
Perhaps your life taught you plain truth was your best defense.
Simply hearing it, I bore you witness,
and loved you.
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