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Disposable Pleasures


by Ed Higgins


when I take the time

now to remember

 

you have become

a thousand page

 

memory book

sifted into particles

 

that tie and untie

cords of absence

 

tighter than old lusts

or other familiar delights

 

only hinted at

in these photographs

 

of the sea's peculiarity

on a grey clouded day

 

with an immense sun

opening heavily upon you

 

a white O'Keeffe rose

sensuous and blooming

 

as perishable as skin itself

or undoubted truth


disposable as loneliness

and all such light pleasures.

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