poem, voices
October 23, 2008 at 4:01 am Leave a comment
distortions
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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Glenn
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