Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Through the Crowd

An ocean of shirts and ties and jackets and dresses
Separate us,
Tides surging through the room.
Your glance reaching out across the waves,
Young autumn-gold eyes spanning the gulf of years,
Sending me back,
To the laughing times, the spring-fever budding times
Touching my most sacred, intimate memories
Where you glide across the landscape of my thoughts.

I am trapped by your glance,
Captured in the present, a slave to our past,
Memory more palpable than you ever were.

A smile of recognition,
The only acknowledgement.

You move on -
Just like before.

This is one of two of my poems in the most recent issue (#4) of the Brazos Gumbo poetry journal.

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