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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Where Brothers and Sisters Go

Star-crossed.
Neither friends nor lovers.
Fate’s dark water.
From what were we chosen
to know our brothers and sisters.
Those who come to us
and go away from us.

I love you without regret.
The genius of love.
And prodigal you left,
and prodigal came back.
As in a single hour,
the dim color of the world returned.
I heard your voice above the crowd,
your eyes became sky again.

I heard sounds that crackled,
scampered, shore sounding.
My fingers felt granite,
the softness of willow,
and a highway rushed
through the house
with your soul inside it.
My brother as he always was,
old things behind us.

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