Marge Saiser USA
How Shall the Heart?
How shall the heart be
reconciled
to its
feast of losses?
Stanley Kunitz
I walked the floors of universities,
wrinkles deepening over my knucklebones, one long hair after another falling to lie on the shoulders of my shirts. When I look behind at the milestone parties, white wine catching light, late-night conversation face to face, crackers and cheese on a paper plate, reason and rebuttal over which I hovered, when I see how we ate and drank words, see us small and earnest at the wrong end of a spyglass, I long for more of that music. Talk to me; bring me ideas: curled pink shrimp and a dish of red sauce.
Credit: These poems are from Beside You At The Stoplight © Copyright,
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