Dear H.
In better 'human' weather,
Whether my eyes greet your grace or not,
I'll place you upon your favorite patch of heather,
If you dear Heather weave me through a fragrant mile of forget me nots.
We'll exchange prose, poems, and
When we part again, out of love or sin, we'll begin are apologetic letters.
At least our beast doesn't burden its feathers to fly when the blue canopy is calm,
Still, will our Wills will ever be sustained in fairness, in unfair weather.
c.2010 John Carroll Walls
poem by John Walls
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