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Nocturnal Visit
Scent seeps through
the double-paned window
steals into my nostrils
creeps up through sinus
rattles tear ducts
makes sure they’re dripping
Marches straight to my brain
where furry black paws squeeze
until gray matter pops in agony
Hours after the skunk has ambled
by
located his lady-of-the-night
I lie in bed
foundered
in nasal memory
Patricia Wellingham-Jones
Upon Learning of Your Death
for Suzanne
Your death
leaves a hole
in the fabric
of my universe
A hollow
at the core
of me
I know
time will weave
threads together
from outside in
But today
I peer
through that gap and see
nothing
Patricia Wellingham-Jones
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