Theme: Lost


she doesn't speak
and so he in tones
flat as pressed flowers
wonders aloud
at the changes in Lilly

At 5:00 he buttons himself
into his jacket
and before leaving
takes a last look back
and wrinkles his brow
in an effort of memory

Memory fertile and seeded
like rain-clouds in April
by whatever spirits had come
to live in this house
to give him to himself
revealing easy familiarity

Getting off the subway
he follows his strange tastes
in spirits and landscapes
and finally pausing
the stuff of life postponed
he asks someone the way...


More By  :  Bernie McCann

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