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by Adam Penna

Just found your dog-eared copy of some courtly Japanese
Love poems and I wondered if you fell in love with love (like me),
Back then before we met, reading in an anthology.
Wherever you were when you marked these pages,
There must’ve been sunlight, there must’ve been shade,
An open spot where you could lay, no pencil though, no pen.

Adam Penna lives in a rich man’s house fronting a magic spring and on the edge of a murder gorge. He is a father to 6, and a husband to 1.