©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson

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Time heals all wounds, so they say,
but do these words hold true?
If yes, such healing plays me false, son,
when it comes to you.

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image by Milada Vigerova

Rain just gotta fall some time.
Fierce rain just gotta fall.

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Sailing this sleek, silver ship
across an ocean of mustard, scrub oak
and California wildflowers;
I can almost feel the wind in my face,
the sea spray on my cheeks,
the ballast in my sails.

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The sun fell out of the sky one day.
I propped it up on a flow of words.
It hung in a rather precarious way,
fluttered about like a wind-tossed bird.

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image by Hannah Grace

I like to think
he’s with us still,
a photo on the window sill,
a memory of days gone by,
a shadow in his sister’s eye.

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Soon or late, life teaches lessons
few would choose to learn.
Ours is, at best, a rocky path
with many a twist and turn.

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You are not on my Christmas list.
A sadder truth was never told.
Your dear name vanished in the mist
with nary a gift to wrap in gold
and no vestige of you to hold.

©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson

image by Taneli Lahtinen

Oh what an odyssey it was.
That day, that road. It shredded me.
Climbing tight curves so desperately.
Round edges, lined by rock and tree.
Steep plunges, dropping to the sea.