A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me
I might almost stand here and believe you alive.

Poet: Carl Sandburg
Poem: 10. Swirl
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- X. Panels
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Poem of the Day: Mar 9 2009

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