Leeanna’s Song
By C.S. Scotkin
I need to tell you
of your worth.
This earth will be a poorer sphere
when your leaving day is come.
Your words have been truth.
Crystalline
vision. All common and lowly
things, you see paradise.
Ears attuned,
hear, perfect pitch,
discernment, focused attention,
a wiser audience.
These forty years! Where
did they go?
This path allows no backward turn.
I must now sing your worth.
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