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2020-01-18 05:16:48 UTC
Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left:
As another day passes
your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box,
the color of your eyes,
the deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard
that I brought to you
that summer morning in 1982,
the flowers
that smelled like sassafras,
like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
(Edit by George J. Dance)
This is an example of the editing work George Dance did on one of my poems, for example.
You never left:
As another day passes
your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box,
the color of your eyes,
the deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard
that I brought to you
that summer morning in 1982,
the flowers
that smelled like sassafras,
like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
(Edit by George J. Dance)
This is an example of the editing work George Dance did on one of my poems, for example.