A Brief Encounter to Ease the Spirits
By Alan Lisanti
a Nightingale sings
a song in a voice
that soothes the soul
the way yours used to
while I sit on the porch
staring out into infinite miles
of darkened skies
and countless stars
beneath a glowing moon’s
highlights in the Spring
and I know and proclaim
your message received
nice again to be
in her company
even if form has changed
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