PASSING

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    PASSING

       I never knew her by name
      yet her sun kissed auburn hair
      I lived a lifetime with
      nor did she ever
      flip a glance my way
      how sure I was
      we once grew old together
      Her piercing green eyes
      like precious jewels
      peering miles in front of her
      toward greener pastures
      to  all  places
      angels go dream
      How whimsical of me
      I thought to myself
      to have loved her forever
      as her train rumbled pass me
      in the opposite direction

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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