“boats against the current...”
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My dreams are richer than gravy
drunk straight from the boat.
I saw you last night,
younger with brown hair,
wearing that green velvet jacket that kept you warm enough in
winter.
I asked if we could spend some time, have a drink?
And you looked at me with cool blue eyes – not a good idea –
and I woke up longing
for you, any piece of you.
Not knowing the answers, not any of them.
Did you mean that never again you’d visit?
You had somewhere else to be? An angel
fluttered her wings and her eyelashes.
Or you simply wanted to protect me from myself:
I shouldn’t look back.
Or maybe I just drink too much,
though I don’t on Mondays, Tuesdays.
Wednesdays are as unpredictable as my gravy.
Thursday was the day we always let it roll,
the run-up to the weekend,
and this was Thursday
and you would have known that.
Candyce Lange
If you have any thoughts about this poem,
Candyce Lange
would like to hear them
