The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

29: We Loved

We loved
Looking up
At the Van Gogh sky
Blue velvet night
Studded with diamond dust
I'm looking up now
But wait
I see you there
Dancing on that diamond star
I named it Georgia just for you
(I'm so glad you like it)
Little ruby heels clicking away
Then stretched out and purring
Like a fat Leo cat
And your laugh
Filled with so much joy
Tells me
Like Dorothy in her little red shoes
You are home.

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