[grantswank]

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SATURDAY’S MEADOW

I left the bartering, the press.
I went awandering in the woods
A solitary place to find

Where no one interferes with me
And no one asks me not to cry
For I was left with Rabbi gone

And mission closed and nothing left
To make a sense of day or night.
I need this meadow here, unwind.

I need this chance to throw my head
Against day’s door and weep and stare
For all unraveled last night—done.



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[grantswank]

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SATUDAY’S PETER

I could not find him anywhere
Though I went back to check his chair.
He’s gone, laid low, or dead perhaps?

I don’t know except to say
My heart breaks blood for Peter’s sake.
He’d meant it good but turned it woe.

I know that I would coward be
If there by fire I’d met choregirl.
I know my weakness, oh, my lapse.

My heart goes out to counterpart
Who's lost in tears somewhere, somewhere.
I’ll hunt for him, I love him so.




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