and so you’ve gone
over there to pastures
irish green
the sweet scent of clover
crowning your hair
your frame upheld in
clouds of pearl white
the smooth out-flowing
of sweet harp music
greets your ever-giving
heart
you’ve gone
i’ll try to keep this
void inside me
from swelling out of my
veins
i can’t succeed
but i’ll try
11/16/80
Anne's mediocre poetry 