a Muse, he lived
in·time
closer than skin
in·form
light years across
in·spires
of missed
–when he leaves—
and every
ah-hah
moment vanishes…
echoing
near audibly
away…
draining l’eau from mirage,
and eyes from
~seas~
No waxing moon to shimmer
reflection in des’pond
–nor ponder–
no direction in de’sign
–nor diction–
nor lyre’s melody
in write ear,
~nor fan· to·see unfolding~
and speech is just left.
Left as speech.
simply spoken
with·out·landed wonder,
functional phrase
or
whispered whimsy,
matter-of-fact.
©Karen Robiscoe
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