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

   Hearts broken
     And now double-minded,
  the before, the after.
  There are two
   private worlds
  of contemplation
   for durges at night
    in dream.

  wise eyes 
    that now despise.

  The other unspoken thing
    like the night air
      that hangs humid
      from the lake.
 
   Morning,
     and sudden squally clouds
   that rush from afar
     bring the sudden rain,
   the clang of a sailboat line
                    on a mast
    rings like a drum beat track.
    
  flutter crimson and azule
     thoughts.

  within the haze of the downpour
   full color memories of you.
  


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