HAROLD LORIN

The Poetry Of..
Harold Lorin..........................................

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I love when we go to the sea
And the water hides the distances between us
And we laugh as I hope we might have laughed
When you were a child.

I love when you come to our tiny boat
And we sail awhile on the gentle bay
As we did when
Each in our way were still children

I love when you come and count
The apples on your apple tree
And see what has been done to the land
Since your long ago last visit.

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The silences now are silent sighs
No longer thoughtful pauses in
The talk that was our lives.
Something has run down or out or off
Or filtered through what has become
A dripping sieve retaining
Only dark masses of anger
And heavy memories of pain.
This is not the ending we had hoped for
This is the whimper we had feared.

What I Mean

When I say I love you is
I am happy when I see you standing in the late day pond.
Or executing weeds atop the ivy hill.
And it charms me that you know
How everyone should go around the oval.

I see you at all ages and listen
To your breathing in the moonlight.
There is no orange moon for me until you see it.
And cities are only when you're in them
And I love when
The wind fondles your hair aboard The Beagle

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