—a poem each day— —read more—
What Is Lost
What is lost returns in dreams, what is missed
clings in memory like morning fog in river bottoms,
the touch of a hand, a conspiracy of bodies in dark receding rooms.
from Autumn Sky Poetry DAILY, June 27, 2016 — by Stephen Bunch
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim
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