(As I enter the room and T. is talking about forgetting in a cadence that is painfully familiar)
repetition
with a difference
repetition
of a name
of my name
with a difference
oh, what a difference
that hue of tweed makes
tweed
grey or green
uttering words of
forgetting
oh, for that getting
closer
or
not so closer
remembering
times spent on the green-
grass of this newfoundland
never suspecting
the future to come
the fissure to come
remembering
the girls we once were.
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1 comment:
thank you for this beatiful piece!
it is as good as E. Bishope's "the art of losing"...
I love it!
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