J. P. Ehlert

Born in 2007 - Chicago
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Shepherd Lane

I watch the midnight fog condense;
On Shepherd Lane I wait.
No stars assuage my solitude;
No winds dare stir so late.

But still I sit on Shepherd Lane
To linger with the dew.
Knowing well you’ve forgotten me,
But still I wait for you.
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