"And so, yes..."
"That was it then?"
"In a small way. She was gone before anything came of it."
"Dead?"
"Oh, no, not in that sense I mean. Gone, a little shifted. She came out of herself."
"She lost track."
"No, not that. Just a change, something new."
~
City Afternoon
By J.A.
A veil of haze protects this
Long-ago afternoon forgotten by everybody
In this photograph, most of them now
Sucked screaming through old age and death.
If one could seize America
Or at least a fine forgetfulness
That seeps into our outline
Defining our volumes with a stain
That is fleeting too
But commemorates
Because it does define, after all:
Gray garlands, that threesome
Waiting for the light to change,
Air lifting the hair of one
Upside down in the reflecting pool.
~
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