September 20, 2019
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sometimes a goodbye
sometimes a goodbye can
stay in the air a long time.
like rain stays in the mirror
long after it has stopped raining.
i would rather see tulips blooming
than a few lingering sickly asters,
rather see a dancing window of green
and sunlight than leaden clouds
above lichen-covered bark.autumn used to remind me of the year
i fell in love with you, the man who became
my husband; those walks up the mountain
and the rustling of leaves and pine needles
when we made love on the ground
in a forest we called the Temple of Karnak.
that was before ticks and disenchantment,
that was before tragedy and divorce.numbers are the easiest way to calculate
distance, but when the distance is this vast,
i need to measure it in light--
which has been sometimes
dazzling; sometimes
tortured through
the smallest peephole.
i could say i fell in love with a man
largely invented by a pantomimist.
but it's almost become irrelevant--worse things have come and gone
since you
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