Today's poem is by David Greenslade

We Lived Together

We moved stones
to the edges of our field,

sleeping outdoors in summer.

The sky dense with stars,
the horizon dark

with other voices singing.

We lived together a long time,
sometimes weeping as we ate,

silent as we dug the garden.

I have known finding
and losing her,

both were terrible.

We shared black sand,
many fallen roses,

losing our portion of sleep.

Copyright © 2003 David Greenslade All rights reserved
from Weak Eros
Dedalus Press / Dufour Editions
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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