Fifty-Three Remains an Open Field
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an open field,|
Intimate with solitude and sky.
For her the child still lingers in the light,
There being wonder in the wisps of why,
Yielding all of life that life can yield.
There are no memories that
must be sealed,
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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