Someday a feast
will be prepared for him and me
and we will eat
defining diction without tongues.
That Jack will be a memory
in back of a mind-set on a husband
when I find Leonardo.
Still, I will tend Arlene:
a testament of all i have not learned,
a range.
Light descends to rest on me,
instills an inclination;
I upturn my postage stamps
and call apartments for the girls.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
