Last Kiss
/Under gray clouds,
She met her lover
'Neath the willow tree,
Melting together as
One, wind swayed
Branches as their
Bodies loved, rain
Arrived in drops, then
Pelting sheets
Obscuring them
From the world,
In their nest of love
They kissed one
Final time before,
With shoulders back,
He left to war and
'Neath the willow tree
She wept.
By Gail Constable
From: Canada
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