by D.L. Tricarico
I see you in the picture
wearing your black dress
with the red chiffon sash
and dancing with him
in some kind of celebration
and suddenly it is as if
the swaying of your body
has erased the past two decades
as if I never gave you daises
by your classroom door
as if you never sang to me
as we parked in my parent's car
near the undulating ocean,
as if we never held
each other in the cool gray
of the almost dawn.
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Although I miss LITSNACK, apparently the editor is finding more time to write. And in this poem, he has the music just right. No sour notes.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donal. I appreciate it!
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