poem, voices

October 23, 2008 at 4:01 am Leave a comment


these reflections, i think, distort.
i keep striving for clear vision
for perceiving now
and instead dealing
with that long gone.

you speak, i hear
in now and yet
i act toward the past.

how odd.  as
finally, you turn
and walk away, realizing
i haven’t heard you:  not a word of it.
and as i wonder
at your leaving, and then

interpret it
in terms of the past.



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