Reading a poem often inspires me to write a poem and reading one today about how one poet tries not to think about a past lost love I was struck by the fact that I do exactly the opposite.....
Sometimes in sepia I let you in
a young man in a photograph
raising his hand
as if to throw a stone
it wasn't a stone
but half a century later
it could have been anything.
Sometimes I let in
the moment
our eyes met
and time faltered-
a lens refracting light
bending it to focus
catching us mid frame
releasing us on emergence.
Sometimes it's your voice
on the other end of the line
giving me a line
something about football practice
creating a gravity so strong
I fall through the ground
And sometimes
the last time
we are sitting
a table between us
your eyes panning beyond
me, into the past
or into the future
and me not asking why
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