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POLLY'S SONG


Polly,
look up to the sky.

You will find me there
in-between Venus and the
crisp crescent
moon.

The darkening of the day
can bring back memory-
alas - brief and bright,
but gone too
soon.

For now guilt has come between us,
and,
as telling the truth
plays its painful part,
denial will surely deaden the
heart.

I am gone now,
so go to your piano.
Play me your song-
but play only
the black notes.

In the days that
are left,
I will hear it everywhere I go.

At every corner,
I may stop,
and see a face I knew,
long ago.

But the song will play on,
a timeless testimony
to a love denied by
obligation;

its sad refrain
lingering from season to
season.

And,
when history
recalls the years of
regret,

look again to the sky
and take comfort
at sunset.



Jarvo 2020

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