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The air smelled sharply of change.
I felt it in her staring eye.
I can feel her hatred
like a change in the weather.

We walked around the aisles in the peddlers mall.
There were paintings of snow-covered bridges
and geese in flight,
coffee tables, and old comic books.
Children in a photograph
laugh and laugh
with all the brightness of summer colors.

Weeds are posing in their Easter best.

And here is a picture of a woman
cutting the last of the roses in her garden.
She is Faith
unable to utter a word.

05-Apr-2003

More By  :  Bernie McCann

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