an occasion, when we met,
at the alley crossed sidewalk,
interception dear to her
white hair and ragged gown,
dim-blue cotton catching the ground,
while the dog in asana understood
the path she obeyed, trailing
a chain-linked rock-field debris
of a torn-down factory waste,
to lay low but one winged stone,
dust blowing through the sun
risen in her hair before her
ayaladn 
Breathless ending. Outstanding, really. Your lines are getting longer and mine shorter–what’s up with that. Really a pleasure to read.>KB
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My heart to yours, Sir; now and then, we should put aside
preference, lest we become routine.
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Amen, though my wife might pray for some.>KB
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I Personally Enjoyed the Gradual Buildup, Only Ending with a Perfect Closing Line.
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A memory, dear Len, thank you.
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