Caesura
You always knew me as the thoughtful one,
who never wanted to accept the surface
of any given; if the unexamined
life wasn’t worth living, I’d be the first
to say so, piling on extra facts for free.
And weren’t you impressed? Now that you’ve gone
away, if only temporarily,
I’m left to ponder the way a song
moves you to dance, how much delight you take
in plums from the garden, or a chat with a friend;
how you laugh much too easily, and never wait
to speak, but always interrupt, again.
Now, stuck at solitaire, what’s there to prove?
I don’t need cards to know lucky in love.
Morgan Reed is a Bay Area artist and poet whose work has appeared in The Ekphrastic Review, The Gold Man Review, The Cider Press Review, and elsewhere. Following a career in industry, he taught at the Sorbonne and the University of Sceaux, did research and translation in French, German and Italian, and collaborated in translations of classical Chinese poetry. His paintings have most recently been seen in the virtual show “Portraits Of People” at the DeYoung Museum, “Call & Response: Art And Poetry” at the O’Hanlon Arts Center, and in Nostos magazine.
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