so great – thank you, Stephen, for this totally unexpected, purely wonderful gift!

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This is yet another response poem. I suppose I should get back to writing some “non-response” poems… but in a way, all poems are a response to something… aren’t they?
This poem is a response to Blend a poem by Miriam E. on Another Wandering Soul.

Crumpled – Response poem

He found her heart
Crumpled
In a notebook
Discarded in the paper bag
Next to the windowsill

His pace quickened
Red lights going off in his head
As faltering fingers
Ran through unperturbed hair
Turning pages as he dared
His face a city of pain
She was gone

 

Stephen Kellogg – 2012

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