“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Nineteen

AS A CHILD WHO SEES THE SNOW AND SEES IT GO

I cannot sing

or make an embroidery

out of a willing melody

or conjure a pigeon from a hat

because my dream is gone

and the themes are flat

and the swan

hangs under water, head up

like a downed periscope,

and nightingales merely croak.

I dreamt last night

that I awoke, sat up,

and saw my mirror-image dreaming –

as a fatigued man half dreams

when he sips tea from a cup

and muses a while and perhaps,

with a twinkle of a smile, looks up

into his loved one’s eyes –

but ah, my love, you hid in the mirror

and told me: “Think me bad…”

though your eyes (like dark, blue moons) were enormous-sad.

I know all this and I do not know

as a child who sees the snow and sees it go.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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