Sentinel Poetry #34 ONLINE MAGAZINE MONTHLY …since December 2002 September 2005 ISSN 1479-425X Editor: Amatoritsero Ede |
JOSEF LESSER
She sees him always behind her
Looking behind she sees him skimming a stone across the lake, this time outlined by pansies
clover and the aroma of spring; she conceived in spring, that irresistible season sprinkled with petals of passion and hidden regrets. yet his birth she never regretted and now always behind her on this day his birthday her son flexes his six year old muscles
sends the flat stone beyond memory’s reach over waters where fading frames of nightmares settle each morning across her waking eyes, eyes that see him always behind her, so close some moments his breathing massages her skin then he is on the edge of vision; one of the missing,
member of the ever moving caravan of the missing circling the shimmering mirage of hope.
What can replace years of hope but reincarnation of time blowing out six birthday candles,
six year old fingers in the room of the lost turning the key to open the door of the found.
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