All our other loves come to the party as well . . . it's their nature. |
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Just MomentsI can only love youand if it’s not enough, it’s not enough You see, I’m here from other places and once upon a time, I knew it all But that was when my loves came one by one, closing all others out with an intensity that seems now like stranger’s story, not well-written It’s well populated, this older world of mine, With cities full of strangers loved Some known better than others, but loved even so and changing in my mind So many colors, maybe you can pay the bill and leave a bit for the waiter, because I love him too Not so well perhaps, but well enough He fights his own dreams, keeps at it, you can see it in his eyes It’s all in the way he pours the wine and thinks of what’s un-written That pretty much says it all for me How we pour each other’s wine and if our hand shakes, clouds the bottle or doesn’t and it runs clear Time to leave, I’ll walk you home to Seattle or Tunisia or anywhere you choose It’s not too far in any case and I no longer care for hailing cabs We’ll talk of things we couldn’t know, except for those we loved before We’re more of a crowd than a couple, don’t you see? Only for moments are we alone, just moments |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |