Tag Archive: longing


I retrace the line of
her handwritten note
to make me feel
she’s still here

Chagall 2016



A kiss is a probe, isn’t it? Tell me . . .
Wait! First, meet me in the shallows
where the echoes go, or atop the tree
where we’ll find our self
in selfish longing,
won’t you?

© Chagall 2015

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