September 2005



Marge Simon


aybe to find you >
in the gathering dusk,

               a muted bamboo flute,
               the moan of distant train

               before the thing happened
               that refuses to be remembered,

               that look in your eyes,
               the last breath you took,

               the smell of you
               on my trembling hands,

               maybe to find you
               hiding at the bottom
               of an empty glass.


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