Thursday, January 10, 2013

In Spite of Candlelight

She senses
Something past me
A bit like hope
Cast off my shoulder
To the wall

X, I want to
O, she can

I see
Something airborne
A bit like revelation
The tarnished halo
Of her visit

X, tonight!
But O, she cannot

She feels
Something for herself
A bit like regret
Slipping off the heavy end of a sigh
When she goes

(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007
and Collected Poems)

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