Lehigh County
By Rebecca L. Morrison
noon,
bitten by Northern winds.
Your lips visited my cheek
unlingered,
and I blushed, I held you closer.
I heard you taking off yesterday,
midnight,
hundreds of feet away.
And the wires resounded with
potency,
beating hearts,
my lengthy questions.
I watched you taking off this morning,
dawn,
'neath a blanket of slumbered eyes.
And your white chariot blazed its way to
better health,
raw hearts,
my girlish anticipation.
But as you took off,
I felt neither flight nor fancy:
only rivers of yearning
as they clung to my chin.
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