Lost and Found

by P. R. Lowe

copyright © May 22, 2017

(I found this poem yesterday while “cleaning out”, it was tacked to an old cork board…no date no title, but it speaks volumes)

I do not long for love

that consumes me

but rather love that feeds me

that carries me aloft

on the wings of the hawk

not one that pitches me downward

into lust and fear

a man for my girl

a woman for the boy

a day for the night

a night for day

and in this way

we shall be free

to be as one at last

wars from the past over

the scent of clover

wafting in through open windows

open hearts

open minds

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