Poems by Roberta
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Empty Swing
Motionless
it waits
anticipatory
for memory-boy
soaring skyward
fixed now in amber-time
he's gone
flown away
launched from highest arc
towards California dreams
leaving us to push
his Peter-Pan shadow.
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