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Vera Kilgore Heilig: Her Poetry Lives (2017) H. Morris Williams, Marie Law Haire

Dirge

The day you went away from me I died.

Not outwardly for all to see. Inside.
And yet the blood within my veins flows on;

My lungs breathe in and out and with each dawn
I wake with trilling birdsongs in my ear

And wonder that nobody else can hear
The muffled dirge my muted heart-beats play.

It is another day, another day.

Foresight Is Better Than Hindsight

When in stretch pants milady goes
Do you suppose she really knows

Just what she looks like from behind?

Can she be rear-view-mirror-blind?
Or is it possible that she

Forgets her figure is three-D?

It Could Be Done But It Wouldn’t Be Fun

I think that I could live within
My earnings

If I could learn to live below

My yearnings.

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