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Monday, July 23, 2012

THERAPY 25- Quiet Aurora 
Ophélie Gaillard, Bach
 Life times of loss.

Quiet Aurora

Yes...a poem,
an evening cello heaves,
as an old hand
pain into music;
a young hand pulls the trigger
seizing souls.
Hearts weep in reprieve,
a dozen wooden coffins
we need at dawn.
Yes...a cello that drowns out the sorrow
of the grieving and the squawking of the NRA.
Yes...pain into music,
a poem, an eulogy,
a chorus of peaceful ache,
an arch of white angel wings.

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