“What do they know
and feel we do not know?”
William C. Williams, Paterson
I know only this
faint glimmers
of light in a line
an unsourced shape
what I bring
to what I read
what I take away
the book remains
whole
I’m changed
but incomplete
our conversation’s our own
my own your own
each hears a different voice
to a different ear
understanding’s
a vague outline
a blurred picture
of you I carried
but lost years ago
(February 4, 2015)
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