between the shadow and the soul

I am a New England native. The hills, trees, and the red brick soiled by time and memory have called me back home from my time among the the desert mountains and neon.
shards

Tonight as the wine
settles into my head,
I feel clearly
the shards you left me.

Each bloodless ache
drains me
and I can’t stop thinking.

by Dan Labrecque

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