It’s Not a Sad Story
And in all of my longing
I stood there once
and gathered the sunlight to remember it
and gathered the chalked sidewalk
and gathered the windsocks
and gathered the stones fattening in mossy cocoons
and gathered the water and the one boat out in it
And the water recognized me from previous visits
And in the place where I stood
someone else stands now
maybe just a little to the left of where I stood
Or no one stands nearby at all
I guess, the water never forgets a single face that once mirrored through its skin. Lovely piece that reads rather a bit mysterious. Smiles. I have just learned of your blog today just when I look for something good to read tonight. Glad I've found one here. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWow, another evocative poem. This one strikes me as especially special.
ReplyDeleteReally appreciate this one.
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