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Lost-Love Ghazals November, when I do not love you anymore. Snow on the last apples, I do not love you anymore. Consigned to the river I will explain myself. No illusions that I love you anymore. Not the steelhead come to spawn. Not the crows. Nothing that swims or flies loves you anymore. The current says your name around my knees. No matter; I do not love you anymore. I wept for you until a century ended. I gave up whiskey and cannot love you anymore. Steelhead drifting below the cedar trees–– little ghost, I do not love you anymore. You keep a bird’s-eye view. Is this a man who loves you anymore? In the wood lot, dark unspools from the dark. I kiss the day goodbye, not loving you anymore. Chicken and red wine, an easy salad. I stare out at the trees, not loving you anymore. I built a fire and read French novels. Bovary c’est moi. I do not love you anymore. The silk robe falling open at your waist! I will go to Paris and not love you anymore. 21 Fire became ash, a flat stone sank in the river. I drank with the fish and did not love you anymore. Forget me darling, forget me not. Remind me not to love you anymore. I wake at 3 AM and turn the lock. Could it be you do not love me anymore? It may have been the song of a dying man. The dead are gone and do not love you anymore. Why bury my name in some final couplet? Bereft of name, I will not love you anymore. 22 ...

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