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My Smiling Wreath


Arm tight around my calf
Curls turned up to the sky
In the garden on the Nile
you were my smiling wreath.

In later years
In Plato’s land
came the tears:
Pages, countless reams
drenched in drudgery;
Tears, dredged our lives
And opened our eyes

To see you going away
To some other place;
For the first time
Leaving our space
where we remain
watching over you.