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)
2 comments:
superb words in this lovely poem. Thankyou for posting this!
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
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