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JS (4-28-39 / Brooklyn, N.Y.)


Poem By Joan Stevens

What remains in my heart
from those I've met
along the way?
Each person leaves a trail
a bit of dust
a color, smell or song
the shadow of a touch
I find them in my dreams
or in my secret thoughts
The residue of life
is as precious as gold

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