A First Poem
It would be so easy
To be lost here
In your arms
In the wind
By the river.
I don’t hear the hawk,
Though you do.
All I hear is the
Almost-roar
Of leaves overhead.
I’m surrounded,
Protected by you
From the dust,
The sudden rain and –
Almost –
Memories.
How simply I could
Depend on you,
Lie with you,
Slide right into
This river of love
You offer
And be washed
So easily
Away.
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Milly Brown studied under Josephine Miles at U. C. Berkeley. Many (39) of her poems have been printed in various publications over the years, most notably: The Green Flag (City Lights Books, 1969); Hiram Poetry Review (1971); Eclectic (1970), and Desert Wood (UNR, 1991). Milly never stopped writing. She only stopped publishing.
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