Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Shutta Crum
Paul B. Roth
Laszlo Slomovits
Duane Locke
Felino Soriano
Chris Lord
Jerry Blanton
Carmen Firan
Amelia Makinano
Connie Stadler
Fred Wolven
Duane Locke
Tolu Ogunlesi
Running Cub
Joanie Freeman
Gerald Clark
Karyn M. Wolven
Holly Day
Dike Okoro
Fred Wolven

 


I TOUCH THE PAGES HERE AND THERE

The sun is fading, the sky now that grayish blue
with specks of sunset resting
upon an impending night.
The last of your poems are still left to read
and I hesitate, knowing that when finished
your memories
will no longer weave through my thoughts.

I touch the pages here and there
as if the words will sink into my veins
like rain into brown and yellow roots
and erase the silence
of my darkness.

Night has drifted across the room.
I wait, listen,
close my eyes
and remember the sound
of my own breathing.

I cry for all the poems I never wrote.
And for the ones you have.



    

Karyn M. Wolven, Biscayne Park, Florida

 

   


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