A Dream of Dreama

SKELETONS: 1000 WORDS POSTED/WINTER 2002 ISSUE 4

I read the verses that you wrote
With and without the moon, they shine.
Darkness around all the edges
Shimmers and leaks
From the lower corners of the stanzas.
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           In the Graveyard
I saw as you stood,
Still to look around
In all that is quiet.
Your breath at once a revenant
And a reprise of the clouds
That melt in the chattering
Cold of aching lonely nights.

I heard your silent song.
From the first it resonated
Among the stones and evaporated
Into the upper branches of leafless trees:
Informing the night as it dissipated

I would have raised my hand from where I stood.

Away

Just at the gate,

But

In the blazing yellow halo of the street light,
You could not see me.

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