At Pere La Chaise

Sheltered with the dead
as visitors run
from sudden rain
I watch a stranger in another crypt
watch me.

Falling plum blossoms
bury the wet walk.

Whistling Fire July 2011

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About Carol Foreman Brockfield

Poet in Medford, Oregon
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