#141 - things gone still with me

22.5.20

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things gone still with me

a keening

I still see the things that are gone

the blue striped chair fire took

a box for rough wood long since stolen

green, and the metal parts too

my parents’ stairs and footworn

pages long lost to the shelf

a walk among the winds

I smell taste touch

the banquet vanished

and bear in mind lost causes, loves

where by stove

I warm the hands

worn till wisp was cloud

what’s frayed gone compost

the leafed tree in its autumn turning

not of these parts

yet our sun keeps faith

so that it shows

late into afternoon

light of its other world

it’s so far back in the dream

can still touch

though the story’s lost

your face, lips, words

and under words

these others – thoughts?

moment lost to us now

may I help you see

a breath stood in the winter air

will you make out these things?

and when I’m gone

will I still be heard

well hidden

in pages long lost to the shelf

where the image yet abides?