Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Never Mind

  that guests no longer come unannounced
      or that the photo album contains pictures
of much younger people than we remember being

     never mind that swallows etch Sanskrit
              on the wrinkled sky

                 it's November
     and the present is emptying its wine
                into our glasses

     never mind that we're not touching now

because our shadows are holding hands
         in the dark behind our backs

-- Denver Butson (via Writer's Almanac)


Gerry Snape said...

superb words in this lovely poem. Thankyou for posting this!

Wally B said...

I love the poetry you post. I think it is beacuse you have a heart filled with beautiful things and I'm glsd we get a glimpse inside