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By Jack Joseph Smith
Caspian
A lady of the lake bent in a curve
Past the stars seems unusual, hurry
then you have watched her, the
praying and the gazing, night after
night; not a nestled dream, rather
a direst life all the way across to
a recognizable star
Catch her as she arms a child or
sinks a seed; she turns from the
day,, looks gone after and cries with
the sigh unconscious laughter finds
at
to pin truth to the heart