National Poetry Day
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A poem for National Poetry Day. From a new collection of poems due out very soon…
Yes, a small kiss
It begins like this, yes, a small kiss
then everything comes into gentle focus
each twist of the lens just a speck of dust, then we must
remember why we are here, set out in previous lives
Ah, but if the canticles are opening
we will find more than just single notes
there will be everything that we have scratched
from the avenues of in between
Everything we ever asked for
like a small lesion on the skin, we can’t get in!
only the mystery of our foresight
is the distraction of our livelihoods
Relinquish all that we think we own
strip back until there is only a tiny fragment
etched out on parchment, shielded from view
the empty solace of another time alone.