An Ode To A Maur* & A Dor

Poem By Werner Schmidt

The Indian Ocean
roars
behind me.

I entered her
again
this morning.

A startling reminder
of
my deep connection
with you.

With love.

* RIP Maureen, and I thank you
for seeing.
Thank you, Dorian, for your review of
this collection.
On we go …

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