So sorry readers, I rushed to post
forgetting that: “A poem is never finished,
only abandoned.”
—Gudrun
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FROZEN SOULS – Updated
1 At 5:00 pm guards would start collecting women; children looked through bombed out eaves to see stars, sometimes the moon. Once there was a different kind of light— something conscious. A child inhaled the essence like food she was not getting.
2 Rachel stretches. This 70 years old memory, she thinks, and now another dangerous era. The pandemic needs drastic measures. And the horse porch hearth glows; new beams mix with old. We watch home movies. The hitching post stands idle.
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(c) Gudrun Mouw
April, 2020
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