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September 2022
Andrew Taylor-Troutman
taylortroutman@yahoo.com
Bio Note: I have been writing sonnets about love and grief. Searching for words that fit the rhythm and rhyme is like putting a puzzle together, piece-by-piece, and this process is helping me find solace in the loss of dear friends. There is so much beyond my control, yet I can write.

C-Words

for N.M.

I saw a cardinal and thought of you,
how we sat on your back porch last summer,
after your tumor was removed,
and watched the birds at the feeder.
There were deer too, crashing through
the woods into your backyard—wild runners!
But the way that red bird flew
from the emerald trees—bright, bold, and eager—
painting a brilliant crimson streak
across the gray worry of illness.
What, if anything, could I have said?
I trusted it was enough to keep
that blessèd quiet with stillness.
                        
©2022 Andrew Taylor-Troutman
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