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Make Your Leaving Slow – by KB Ballentine

Posted on Jul 13, 2017 by in August 2017 |

Make Your Leaving Slow

I memorized the bee–loud glade,
  I memorized your face.

Berries purpled ripe above the graves.
  Doves hummed like harps, frogs echoed bass.

Under murmuring grass the lichen hid,
  and to the ocean silver rivers listened.

The reeds they whispered and curved with the wind.
  Poppies lingered, burst orange–gold and red.

A crescendo of summer, warm and green,
  long days and long nights, a blossoming eden.

I memorized the bee–loud glade,
  I memorized your face.

Soft weep the clouds, a blush in the sky,
  crows in the shadows, moon mists the night.
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