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Poem: Juniper


(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #12.)

here in fading spring
rail fences broken
beneath winter winds
no words are spoken

the old barn stood there
keeping our secrets
from those prying eyes
wanting our sweetness

do you remember
how we used to crawl
between the cedars
and the broken wall?

and there in shadow
we would huddle close
beneath junipers
innocent repose

where did the days go?
when did I get old?
how I hunger now
for warmth in this cold.

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