She’s confronted with what might have been:
Refined airs and graces,
A forsaken Tempe or Arcady
A statue of Athena, vandalized, stands starkly in the background.
The neighborhood is somehow colder now, damper, than she remembers it
As she counts her pointless tears in teaspoonsful.
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Lovely
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Thanks I’ve been trying to get better at symbolism lately
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You’re doing good 😊
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Could I ask you to go and read my poem that I just posted calked Sacred Day? You will understand it. You talked with me about St. John of the Cross, and other things. The poem is about sn experience that I had. Thanks 😊
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Very nice, Larry.
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Thanks for linking to my post~
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Ido like this 🙋
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Thanks
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