The Moya View

Kisses from a Dark Piazza

From shadows he blew a kiss.  
It blossoms, rises to my lips.

“If you’ll come back, kiss my walls.”
North, South, East, West,
he kisses them all.

His peppermint teases my tears.
I ache for this soldier once near.

I am now his
shadowy grace.

Outside, there are geese
returning to their mating place.

Spring soon nears.
Each new footfall
brings my soldier dear.





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