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

31: Seconds, Minutes, Hours

Seconds, minutes, hours
Days, weeks, and months
Have come and gone
Now years
March winds
Whirl and prance
Rain falls wildly
Over the green
Like the tears of a lost love
Not at all like that March day when you left
So many things we knew together have changed
Like Summer swallows Spring
And brings a beauty of its own
I keep looking for the fair exchange in beauty
In a world without your presence
No matter where I look
I can't find it

March 18, 2002

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