Quiet as a Pin Drop

Super slow motion
as a feather drifting
as molasses spreading

And quiet
as a pin drop
as the libraries of our childhood

Imperceptible
no defining moment
only that he loved her now
as it seemed he always had

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Stepping out of Darkness

Guy in the office two doors down walked into the hall and asked, “Why is it so dark?”

I considered a reply to mention the collective sadness over mudslides, lost airplanes, and exploding NYC buildings. Perhaps I should have backdated the darkness to Ferdinand’s decision to celebrate his wedding anniversary by touring through Sarajevo instead of buying flowers for his wife. My thoughts ran to picking the wrong basketball team, the fact that it is Tuesday and not Friday, and also, the disappointment of starting work without having had a proper cup of coffee.

But in the end all I could say was, “Because you are wearing sunglasses.”

The man removed his glasses, smiled, and faith was restored.

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With Great Abandon, Anticipating the Moment of Becoming Unabandoned

You’ve abandoned me.

Not in the ‘left without a word’
sort of abandonment
& not the sayonara auf wiedersehen
walking out the back door
lost in translation, sort of abandonment

This abandonment has
nothing to do with your intent

I know you love me
I trust that wherever you are in the world
Remembering me, you do this with great fondness

Yet, I am clearly, desolately,
so essentially abandoned.

Yes, my postcards show the fun.

Fun breakfast conversation
Fantastic dresses sprung from imagination
A lovely walk, a lovely talk in a park of discovery

Fun, but not funny.

No, to be clear, this abandonment?
It’s a sort of Siamese twin splice
It’s separation anxiety manifest
It’s a falling head first, at great velocity into the great void

I love my life
But truth be told
I love it more when you are in it

Please come home soon
and unabandon me

(Because I love you, because I miss you, & because you put the ‘funny’ in my postcards).

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Eggs

A multitude of eggs
requiring a multitude of baskets

that’s how you do it she whispered
that’s how you heal a broken heart
before it breaks

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A New Chapeau

Her daydreams tended toward all things Italian, Cinque Terre, the Almafi Coastline, Prada. He understood, loved her, & thought to top off daydreams & the dreamer with a beautiful new chapeau.

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Happy, But Missing a Glass Slipper

A friend mentioned that he spent New Year’s Eve at a bar on the east side and he asked if I had gone out. I gave the following description of my evening,

“I put on that beautiful red party dress that I made, stayed home, drank champagne, celebrated quietly my son’s 24th birthday, then as the year slipped away I was visited by a handsome Spanish man who danced with me, kissing me once at the stroke of midnight. Was like a dream.”

Looking for the other glass slipper now.

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I am in deep, self-imposed isolation as that’s what sad moods require from me.

Don’t worry. It’s not about you.

I’m just a little unreachable for awhile.
I’ll send you postcards from the edge & sign my autograph in the sand.

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