In a dream about 1967, inside Tompkins Square Park looking out towards Avenue A
My Dad’s at the bus, has a Daily News, turns, then waves to me and smiles.
Tag Archive: love endures
I found her shears in the garden today
though it’s years since she’s passed away;
I imagine she left them one morning
then nature took its course, consumed the pair.
Time unveiled them just now at this moment
in the mound of rocks we’d hill together,
tiny stone quarries nestled by the beds.
Strung Bougainvillea, tatted Queen Anne’s lace
grow through the handle loops about the blade,
whetted once, now too dull to pare the rose.
So petals and thorns need not be afraid
of falling prey to the anvil motions;
how I miss her steady hands, my twin soul.
© Chagall 2014
The world reflects in her tear
like an Escher orb
whole till dissolve
leaving nary but a speck
of moisture
I watch as the breeze
fades it away
© Chagall 2014
I pray she is safe
Hearts on metal flying birds
Long lone caws in woods
© Chagall 2014
I greet you as you would me
and kiss you as I would the other.
It’s how I distinguish
love from lust, what lasts
from what rises and falls,
forms and crumbles,
lives, then withers, and dies.
I hale you as you would
the almighty reach of sky:
expanse, curved, keeps us
on the ground lest we float away.
It’s how I declare
my love for you, its reach
exceeds horizons, and wraps around
like garland, silver on a gift.
I tuck you in as you would a child,
nestled in down, deep in warmth.
That’s how I assure
you are safe and forever within reach,
your cheek, your lips,
your essential being inside me.
© Chagall, 2013
Each time we would fall
on the way to gentle glen
detoured back to life
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
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