Friday, June 3, 2011

you will be away while I'll be remaining

here where our world has sunken thick roots

into the soil of our matrimonial pledge--

you gone over our fields where battles and picnics

would jostle for time on this distended plain

eager for the time and the expansive loosening of bonds--

you absent from the rituals of morning kiss and cuddle

which greeted every grainy ray of lifting sun

with our own emanations of love and concern--

you leaving to see where they have gone

while I remain here where only I seem to see

the ground that upheld us--



I here in this thicket along side the orchard we inhabited

and you flown to search again for new seed



Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.


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