(from the napowrimo prompt: write a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.)
Let’s talk about loss.
I’ve lost my place in
countless books and poems
and I’ve lost
friends along the way.
I lost at spin-the-bottle once
but a Venetian alley is a fine place
and I’ve lost
other thresholds as I’ve aged.
I lost five dogs while
weeping openly
and I’ve lost
that early lovey feeling.
I’ve lost my mother in
the heavy shroud of morphine
and I’ve lost
my father out in the wilderness.
And, of course, I lost my youth to
my ticktocking timeline
but I haven’t lost
the summer morning in my soul.
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