Far Away Right Here

Lori blurs and fades.
Such are January visions.
Such is the fire
burning pine and aspen.

The fire that once
burned in us
for each other
is long ago ash.

It is an evening
of remembering
faraway people
to send them blessings.

Prayers if you prefer.
And touching
the dreams
that never trued.

The dog
with her head in my lap
feels the gentle stroke
of my hand.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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