What Is Lost
What is lost
returns in dreams,
what is missed
clings in memory
like morning fog
in river bottoms,
the touch of a hand,
a conspiracy of bodies
in dark receding rooms.
Editor’s Note: This imagistic poem is one long sentence, forcing the reader to make associations from line to line, until the last two settle into the mind with shocking realization.
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