where are you today?
where you are is the one thing
i love & cannot know
it always recedes
the memory of the last
time i saw your face
a great many things
were taking place on the day
that you disappeared
sliding out to sea
on the swollen niagara
with narrowed channels
our precious love affair--
what was it but a tempest
in a cracked teapot?
but some storms remain
potent as glittering trash fire
smoldering inside
filled with regret like
dirty straw in the stable
our combined horseshit
meanwhile up ahead
in the gathering shadow
the past waits for us
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after many months of silence, the muse seems to have awakened...i have been writing a few new poems, trying to complete a new collection--
so, yay
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thsnks amanda, for reading this--
I feel it. *
thanks for reading & commenting, matthew
i like it. mot being a poet that's about all i can say. i like it or not. i like this. genuine and aching.*
thanks, gary