The Right Column
Locket
 Inside the
  tiny platinum
   case 
  a picture of
   a past moment
  that is remembered
  in silence
   and solitude
  in secret.

   Hearts break
     but then
  there are two
   private worlds
  of contemplation
   for singing at night
  of you, your eyes 
    so wise.

  And the other thing
      too
   that is always 
    unspoken
  like a gentle
    breeze through the
      bay facing window.
 
   Mornings,
     with the rain,
   And the sound of the sea
 in the bay
    Those half-masted flags
  flutter crimson and azule
along the many piers and docks



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