i do more than follow the sun
i embrace it like a returning soldier back from war
that famous photo.
the pretty, young wife, dipped backwards as her handsome solider husband kisses her.
the war is over.
he’s home. he’s safe.
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Dusty Bones, Poetry by Kate McClelland
I have a recurring dream
That I wake up from every time
In sweaty, heart-pounding panic
I am lying in my bed
On the brink of sleep
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