Love Poem: Different
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Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

Different

'...the thorn in sharpened shade
        weathers all loneliness.'
                               -Hart Crane


Branches scratch the sky
   blanching the twilight 
      pale and grey,
         the day is dying;
my way is dark and dismal,
the nightjar's distant cry
   my only solace
      as I wander washed 
in reveries of her and wish 
    with all my heart
        it could be different.