Gary Witt Poems

Autumn in Firenze after midnight
On a side street you breezed
Around the corner in an auburn cape
That matched your hair and boots;
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While pondering what’s left of my future today,
I involuntarily breathed a sigh;
A heavy sigh, with an atomic weight of
One Twelve, by coincidence
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Sleep comes more easily to me now,
And while I do not welcome death,
She has become a nodding acquaintance.
I watch her among rows of empty cubicles,
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Is there a soul’s iridescence
Taking on the hue of this world,
Reflecting it back
In resolute affirmation,
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When I have crashed
For the last time,
Will the one sent
To sift through wreckage
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On this subject,
No one speaks
With any authority:
No one can tell you
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If I have lost faith it is because
Faith has been stolen from me;
I’ve been a mark, swindled and duped—
Not having squandered faith,
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The answer is yes, but perhaps not yet,
And then more than you can imagine now;
For prohibitions melt, restrictions vanish,
The word “no” dissolves between the spans
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We are none of us strong as we think
Nor weak as we seem or might soon be;
We walk along this wet, pebbled shore
Yearning for a noble tide to sweep us out
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It had snowed all day,
And would snow through tomorrow.
Her mother was there,
Half her family too,
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