Susan Lacovara Poems

The jigsaw puzzle map
I have constructed with tiny hands
Shifting states to move you closer
Keep you tethered to my time zone
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As hard as it is
Stepping away
Take with you this
You were never a No
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Give me back the worn shirt
that once, I thought your favorite-
so I can wrap myself in it
on days when I forget how you smell
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If I give you tea on Tuesday
Will you stay a little longer
Sit besides me, near the fountain
On the worn wooden bench
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Line cast...

Into the calm water
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Silly, the notion, you'd see me
as a flower, enticing you
with fragrant allure
that you should stop
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I never expected to be giving you
well wishes, (on Wednesday)
I only wanted to hear your voice
feeling sorry for myself
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i don't know the color of your eyes,
or how your hair falls
across your pillow
or what keeps you up late
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There was nothing to hear...
But the breath of the moon,
Exhaling and erasing any and all burdens
I had decidedly hurried
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While pulling weeds from a leftover summer's garden
and pelted by enemies, Autumn' s acorns
I am dusted by the dirt I've disturbed
Detangling one season, from another
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