Elinor Auerbach Biography

He turns his head to face her
Eyes glimmering in the golden glow of late afternoon
His hand, so carefully sculpted,
To form the delicate veins that curve
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Tears are strange things.
Pearls of salty water
Caressing faces with soft healing hands
Gliding down the contours of a face
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She is poised…
Ready for flight
Her head is turned toward me
Her eyes catch the moonlight.
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I heard a sound behind me
The softness of a sigh
I turned to see a child
and I couldn’t just walk by
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I place down my foot
And watch
As the grains of sand race to form
The quiet avalanche of my passing
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