Thursday, November 18, 2021


Fantasies are poorer
Than all the past presents
You, but fantasies fueled

The present past that makes
You. Let’s say a couple
Of you died a couple

Years ago, untimely,
On the side of this road.
That couple of you searched

For something coming up
Here to this scenery,
Something in each other,

Something in their futures
They dreamt out of their pasts,
And now they’re here and gone.

You can say that couple
Was you, was all of you,
In a way; that’s true, but

That couple wasn’t you
Who’ll never read this poem,
Scroll carved for a tombstone.

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