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By Bruce D. Gormley
circa 1973
the alarms –
Legs swung to the floor and everyone sat still for a while.
Then
Hands hurried to pull on clothes and fasten for the rain or sun.
Water steamed through coffee and the smell soothed the senses
Children scurried and animals watched and waited for their food.
Today I got up and sat at the edge of my bed for too long.
I felt alone.
about anything.
yellow.
come to me -
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Today
I….squinting…..
then seemingly gliding in soft angel steps inches off the ground.
and looked off toward the fields and the five mountains one beyond the other
Then to my appreciation
to me
to repair my fragile
crystalline mind.
along the insistent and persistent ice of the snow feed stream.
with trees that had only the adolescent stubble of tiny leaves.
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intensifying sunlight.
perhaps unsure
I held my breath.
And their tiny buds aim skyward and absorb the sun
And their tiny buds aim skyward and absorb the sun
No fragrant bouquets
And you –
and
or forever.
Of jagged ice
as before
so it seems.
perhaps.
Fascinated
I love you.
and you would sigh like you were never before kissed.
and startling.
I said
“Remember how it washed away the sand and salt water mist
because….
Then and there in that summer - In my mind I was seeing that beach
fragile flowers
in your honor.)
memorizing, staring
at your eyes, your nose, your lips, your arms and legs, your breasts -- I stare at….
I woke up and….
And then abruptly the sun shined through a break in the clouds.
Black clouds slid in closing the crack in the dome of dusk and ..
(Light-Dark
Hot-Cold
Begin-End
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in my imagination.
Yes, sometimes in dreams, I hold you closely and you are there.
but it is gone.
And
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helpless I watch -
When you arrive, suddenly you are not just a memory anymore
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treasuries
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cold fingers that touch your back and make you shiver
hours.
from a different
perspective……like all
your perspectives
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as a flash in my mind,
Always
if we let it be wild?
and on my mind.
you're gone.
I never know.
and watch the snow slowly cover the still green fields.
no-other-distinct-stark-nakedness.
I think of death -
So be it…..
If it must be
And it must.
(No choice)
Just so long