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SHE ASKED

She asked

but there was no one;
no one to hear and
no one to answer.

She heard

but ther-e was no one;
no one to tell and
no one to understand.

So she sat alone
and she lived thus
as long as she lived.

Loving, hating, knowing
no one.

But when she died

she became one of the crowd;
one of the many
one of the faceless mob.

For only the living are unique
and w hiIe they live
they can know no one.

Wanda Stine

ONE BARE TREE

One bare tree and a gray sky

By the window framed,
Yesterday.

Today white crystalline fluff
bedecks the· black stalks
and sparkles gold,
From sunlight in the blue sky.

Today
I can still rememher--yesterday.

Marty Carhart

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