It's just poetry, it won't bite


01.12.19 Posted in today's words by

Barbara Tramonte’s most recent poem to appear here was “Could We Be the Same?” (December 2018)

By Barbara Tramonte

Now that you can’t walk
I don’t shout, “Come here.”
That mole I see munching the
dahlias and rudbeckia in back
won’t be seen in a rush
to the window.
The cardinal, like a fire truck,
only belongs to a minute.
I’ve learned to gag the urge,
“Come quick!”

I am rehearsing for solitude
I see but I don’t tell.

Our union is brief
embedded in a long caesura
of solitary confinement.
Gone but not erased.

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