Love Games

“Jane,” I call out,
hoping you’ll respond
with my name on your lips.
“John,” you say,
making this real.
Just when I thought love
had passed me by for good,
you float by,
a lavender flower
on a fall breeze.

Raud Kennedy

If you have any comments on this poem, Raud Kennedy would be pleased to hear them.

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