Susan Lacovara

He says it won't be too long Between now And then....…

A corduroy coat, from the back of the rack It's past, invisible..but certainly there...…

Intermission over Where have you been The urgency in your voice On nights when your missing me…

Brewing over my wake up coffee I can't help but wonder... Does she love you with the richness…

I spent a thirsty day without water Agitated and aggravated As it was not of my doing Instead the result of a drunken landlord…

I can still see their faces, in the hallways of my mind I can still feel the traces, of the love they left behind... As the skyline changed and the whole world was rearranged After…

My own night spliced together the black sky And the quieted calm collapse Of staring silently towards the heavens That held the moon...my beloved moon…

Love the sound of lifted laughter Love the thought of ever after Love is love, all love is love…

All that is aching An aching reminder Of dimly-lit dancing When muscles were kinder…

To see you, again, framed in my doorway Workday backpack slung over your shoulder…

Months now, maybe more, I've not heard from you And I've grown tired of making excuses for your slight of hand disappearing act…

You so wanted to spread your soiled thoughts Thick like butter on bread Slather them with seemingly a helping hand Of unravelling words you had merely read…

Rise Up! Rise Up! O poets! All poets! With pen in hand, so mighty your sword…

And so it goes This carousel The up, up, up Riding high the beautiful horses…

See you in the shadow of the moon... Meet you in my dreams....…