Joyce Chelmo Biography

Can’t stop looking at your picture,
hypnotized.
Your beauty a blaze from within.
The attraction would
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the first time we saw
her was last fall
she was standing
in a patch of grass
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i got carried away
cleaning winter dust
out of my front porch
& threw my back out
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Amidst the dull maize sunset
and the chill of soon to come night.
I wait for darkness to descend, a welcome friend.
My muse rises from depths, a whisper
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After a long day on the steering
end of her old canoe, when the
only light shimmering on the lake
was the vanilla moon of late July.
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