It has been so long since
I dusted the mirror that
even from the vantage point
of my desk, the swipes
from the day you last visited
rise in peaks, like
fingertips waving
goodbye.
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- Empty nest; what is next? Over 20 years as a creative writing instructor; over 40 years as a writer. On my desk right now, an unopened bag of coffee beans, a music cd, a plethora of pens, two newspaper scraps, photos of my son and daughter, two half-full bottles of water and a half empty coffee mug and a notice from Julie about a poetry reading Friday night.
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She read to him as she often did, usually with her legs pulled up tightly in the flimsy chair on the deck, forming a nest in which she could feel safe. That day she read from a book of poems and verse, placing emphasis on each line as if they were spoken with her last breath. It was late afternoon, and the sun was filtering a warm glow of low light softly through the trees. And it gently fell on her face as she read. She wasn’t as beautiful then as she was a part of him, appealing to something he had never known.
They talked some after each reading……sipped wine, touched each other often and kissed tenderly. He was happy. He was as happy as he could remember being. He felt safe and comfortable. Safe was a plus, for he didn’t feel he had to perform with her. He could finally be himself. He always felt different with her………almost out of touch with the reality he had known most of his life.
But he also felt it wouldn’t last.
They were both emotional beings……way too emotional for each other. Someday one or both of them would go off and that would be the end of it. It had almost happened before, so it was just a matter of time. A time he wished would never come. Maybe it would happen close to home, but he figured that it would more likely be somewhere far away, somewhere they had dreamed of going to together. She would abandon him, he knew that. He often thought it would be on some desolate stretch of country road, somewhere way out west, when she got pissed about something stupid he said and she would leave him in a cloud of dust and gravel. But at the time he didn’t care……..he didn’t care about anything else on earth except being with her…loving her……and he did love her. He knew then that he could never leave her, no matter what happened……..he knew then that she would have to leave him……
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