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The Poetry Of...
Nathan A. Baker.............................................
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Quiet this October night
Gone is the cicada shrill
From the hills surrounding
Deeply a settled hush falls
And a mountain trail
Carries me back to Carolina
To sandy loam and flatland
Farm fields rise gray and
Empty on the horizon
Gone is the green of summer
Solitude's cut rows wait
Corners gleaned clean
Beyond the next mountain
Life will be more forgiving
Walking Wounded
Death stalked February
Stealing to the very heart
Revealing life's brevity.
No recourse but to start
Things anew...even old
Feelings have changed
Strangers sleep now where
Passion used to dwell
Old things gone, pretentious
Glitter dwindles...fades
Into tarnished recollection
I amble on with determined
Purpose...unrestricted
In my enforced silence
Wormwood
Seven years
We were one
And then love
Came undone
I've been better
But never as bitter
Without her
Nothing glitters
Life is sour
When sugar's gone
Seven sweet years
Now I'm alone
Love understood
Bitter wormwood
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