Sorry, I have been remiss in blogging the last few days; it has been unusually and temperamentally busy. I'm hoping to get back to a regular and more manageable schedule. In any case, here's a poem I jotted down this weekend.
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Parting
How do friends part this good place?
In his linger-laden fingertips
cataract-shrouded eyes
I recognized mind's release
flowering memories, nameless
curtains, a careless return to
smog-scoured youth.
Reason fled, took sanctuary
in my mind, and what solace
I could muster banked hard left
escaping into the warm breeze.
Sentimental, I scorned. It should
be cold, and there should be snow,
but he, who had only seen snow
on television and in dreams,
squeezed once, let go.
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