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Susan Diridoni

 

not having

eyes for glacial motion …

senses swim

night’s echoes

steeling will upon

the dawn

throated bird …

your song of fresh

cut years

climbing the

eclipse of your heart …

my trumpet

losing my

balance near solstice

dreams collide

three crows

darker, thicker, in the

filigree tree

the viscous masque

of memory too dim …

wings unraveling

in the sand,

a ladder patiently

waiting

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Susan Diridoni is a psychotherapist in private practice.  For the last few years, her poetry has been appearing in print and online journals of haiku and tanka.

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